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.

sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle to stay

builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its

sends shivers racing down my

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

the word torn from my lips in a

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keening cry.

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

his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you,

last.”

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

it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from

But-

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

closer.

eyes blazing like twin emerald

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 I struggle with the urge to lick every

breath fanning hot

down on mine,

unrice as he kinnon me with

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a blatant possession that has me

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

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

of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back

against my lower abdomen in a way 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