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41 Ava: Virgin Heat (I)

I brace myself against the slick tiles, my chest heaving with harsh, ragged breaths as Clayton’s eyes blaze into mine. The heat between us is a living, breathing thing, a palpable force that crackles in the air like an electric

current.

“Clayton,” I manage, my voice a breathless rasp. “We need to… call the guards.”

My words would probably have a little more punch if I wasn’t still working my fingers between my thighs. His eyes fall from my face to my hands, and he steps

forward.

A thrill rushes through me, and I spread my legs a little farther. “The guards,” I prompt, even as I bring myself to yet another orgasm, panting as my face flushes with

its heat.

I want his fingers, not mine.

I want his tongue, not his fingers.

I want his cock, not his tongue.

I want…

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Fuck, I can’t handle this.

His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. I can see the war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.

his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing

in his chest. He

sends shivers racing down my spine. “I

words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now,

the word torn

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keening cry.

But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a

his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of yours

last.”

me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me,

demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold

closer.

builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he

against the tile on either side of my head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked from

take care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning

on mine, swallowing my

as he

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tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession

taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his

rages hotter, burning away the

of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my

that makes my hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against