Tangled

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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.

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

low 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 everything I have not

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 don’t find

beg, the word torn from my lips

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keening cry. “I need…”

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

has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled

last.”

broken moan spills from 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

of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all

But-

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

closer.

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

closes the distance between us in two long strides, 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

breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let

on mine,

he kinnon me with

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hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that

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

away the last vestiges of my control.

my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my mouth.

mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my