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…

14:50

1177

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

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.

the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of

rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and

little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking

words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to

beg, the word torn from my

14:50

217

Virgin

cry.

myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton

his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to

last.”

images explode behind 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 his seed, branding me as his mate from

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.

3/7

Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

Just sex.

from

But-

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

closer.

closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you…

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

you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning

mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my

unrice as he kinnon me

murarica na ha

14:56

foracious

417

Virgin

stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into

the hard planes

burning away the last vestiges of my control.

of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my

mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough,