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.

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

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

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

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

I beg, the word torn from my lips in

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keening cry. “I

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

clenching with fresh need. “You need to

last.”

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

that it isn’t right, that

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all this.

But-

strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying

closer.

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

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 lick every drop off his skin.

you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

on mine, swallowing my

as he kinnon me

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past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate mewl.

the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of

the fire rages hotter, burning away

his hands curls into my hair, yanking

that 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 my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious