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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.

name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle

darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward,

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

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

word torn from

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cry. “I

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

my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat

last.”

my eyes–Clayton pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with

my body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from

But-

I’m trying to maintain

closer.

his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone

scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy

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

crashes down on mine,

unrice as he

murarica na ha

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

and the hard

away the last vestiges of my control.

curls into my hair, yanking my head

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