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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.

voice a little

growls again and bites at my neck, but doesn’t claim me. Just licks and sucks on my crescent scar in

a single

Pain.

So. Much. Pain.

pleasure that drowns

pants in my ear. “You’re

nod frantically, wanting to move but also needing to escape. It hurts so much, I’m pretty sure his cock is actually a sword that’s splitting me apart.

want

he grunts, before swearing viciously and kissing me with a new type of desperation, his hands

can’t–I’m sorry.”

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as he slams into me

head back and baring

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 every time

feel his teeth, but

Shit.

Wait.

you can’t-”

he bites hard, his fangs piercing my skin,

scream.

felt before. It feels like

pleasure that has

beneath him.

feel Clayton in my mind, forceful and demanding. His wolf growls at

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for more.

whimper, grabbing his hair and shoving him

the romantic stories I’ve

between mates. This is something primal and

terrible.

mind. My mind and body are dominated by Clayton’s brutal pace.

demanding me to acknowledge. Selene and his wolf are snapping at

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And goes.

And goes.

Release the

“Mine, mine, my mate, mine,”

biting again and again.

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