Tangled

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

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.

he growls, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I

zero in on the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow

with fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my

him. The heat is a living inferno now, an

the word torn from my lips in

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cry.

the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as

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.”

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

me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all this.

But-

guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I

closer.

twin emerald flames.

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

murmurs, his breath

on

as he kinnon me with

murarica na ha

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foracious

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His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate

in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of

away

hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my

between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the angle for