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.

a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I

smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.

fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need

living inferno now,

torn from my lips in

14:50

217

Virgin

keening cry. “I need…”

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

finishes, 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

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

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

No claiming.

3/7

Virgin Heat (1)

Just sex.

relief from

But-

guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality,

closer.

snarl builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”

his hands slamming 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 the water, and

his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let

on

of unrice as he kinnon me

murarica na ha

14:56

foracious

417

Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

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

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

as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my control.

hair, yanking my head back

He slides one jean–clad leg 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