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42 Ava: Virgin Heat (II)

42 Ava: Virgin Heat (II)

I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me under. I’m so close, so fucking close-

But then Clayton pulls away, leaving me gasping and shaking with need, as he fumbles with his jeans. I whine in protest, my body arching towards him in a silent plea for more.

“Shh, little one,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you.”

His fingers slide back inside me, his thumb circling my clit in a maddening rhythm that has me seeing stars.

And then he bites down on the tender skin where my neck meets my shoulder, his teeth sinking in just enough to send a jolt of pain–pleasure through me. It’s the final push I need, the last little bit of stimulation that sends me hurtling over the edge.

I come with a scream, my body shaking and trembling as the orgasm tears through me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Clayton’s fingers are still moving inside me,

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drawing out the pleasure until I’m boneless and spent.

He pulls away slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he licks his lips. The evidence of my arousal glistens on his fingers, and the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Mine,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “You’re mine, Ava.”

I should protest, should tell him that this doesn’t change anything, that he’s not my fated mate. But I can’t find the words, can’t bring myself to push him away. Because I need more.

And he knows it, because he lifts my hips like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his cock as he sucks hard on my neck again. The brief reprieve of desire is gone. already, and I whimper, struggling to move my hips. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my slick

entrance.

He’s nibbling and licking at my crescent scar, and I have the clarity for just a second to whisper, “Don’t

claim me.”

He growls, and I can feel the anger in him. He wants to claim me, wants to make me his.

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I can’t.

my voice a little stronger.

licks and sucks on my crescent scar in a way that sends pulsing desire straight

explode from that alone, and in a single thrust, he slams his cock inside of

Pain.

So. Much. Pain.

pleasure that drowns

in my ear.

It hurts so much, I’m pretty sure his cock is actually a sword that’s splitting me

want more.

with a new type of

I can’t–I’m

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he slams into me with

pace, yanking my head back and baring

to his mouth.

slammed against the wall, over and over. It should hurt, but the impact is delicious. The pain is still there, burning and stinging, but that intense pleasure

his teeth, but there’s something different.

Shit.

Wait.

you

his fangs piercing my

scream.

ever felt before. It feels like my entire body

that has my entire

beneath him.

mind, forceful and demanding.

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beg for

please, harder,” I whimper, grabbing his hair and shoving him further into

This isn’t the romantic

is something primal

terrible.

can hear Selene snarling and fighting their presence in my mind. My mind and body are dominated by Clayton’s brutal

inside of me. Clayton’s voice in my mind whispers mate, demanding me to acknowledge. Selene and his wolf are snapping at each other. My mind is overcome with the cacophany

access

And goes.

And goes.

Orgasm again. Release the tension,

“Mine, mine, my mate, mine,”

neck. biting again

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