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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.

on his lips sends a fresh wave of

darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest.

a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything I

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

beg, the word torn from my lips

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keening cry. “I need…”

to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering

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 is sated at

last.”

my lips as 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 the inside out.

craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming for me to

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all this.

But-

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

closer.

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

heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked from the water, and I struggle with the urge to

he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

down on mine, swallowing my

he kinnon me with a

murarica na ha

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against mine in a blatant possession that

blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair,

burning away

curls into my hair, yanking my head back

hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of