I unlock my phone for the tenth time and start typing really fast and hard, determined to get my message across before I can change my mind.

Avalon: I can’t believe you just undressed me, tossed me into my damn bed, and left. Who does that, Royal?

It’s a few minutes before I get a response. My fingers almost can’t move fast enough as I work to open the message.

Royal: I did what I needed to do at the time. You wouldn’t listen to me, so . . .

Avalon: So . . . that’s what you do when someone wants to spend time with you? You just toss them aside and leave?

Avalon: I really wish you were here right now.

Avalon: I’d . . .

I stop typing and look up as my door flies open to Royal staring me down. He looks a mess, as if he’s just walked through a damn storm to get here. “Yeah . . . what would you do?”

Tossing my phone aside, I sit up straight and crawl over to the end of the bed, keeping my eyes on his dark ones as he sheds his shoes and socks. “You really want to know?” I question with my pulse racing.

He walks closer, stops right in front of me, and places his hands at his sides, showing me that I’m free to do as I wish. “Yeah. Show me.”

Feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t touch this beautiful man, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, slamming my lips against his, hard; so damn hard, and it still isn’t enough to satisfy my hunger for him. I feel as if I can never get enough of him and the feeling scares the shit out of me.

His arms roughly grab at me, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He breathes fast against my lips as he speaks. “You want me here, baby? Huh?” His voice sounds pained, causing an overwhelming feeling of sadness to fill me. “How do you feel when I’m around?”

I close my eyes and tell him exactly how it makes me feel when he’s close. Exactly how I feel at this very moment . . .”Safe. Warm. Needed. Whole. Sexy. Alive. More alive than I have felt in a long time, Royal. You make me feel a lot of things. Sometimes I feel like it’s too much and it’s hard to breathe, but it’s a good feeling.”

He growls against my lips, before slamming me against the wall and ripping my shirt off over my head.

With his lips against mine, he grabs the back of my neck and starts walking us through the house until we’re in the bathroom.

Holding me up with one hand, he quickly turns on the shower water. “Can you handle it hot?” He questions with heated eyes.

I nod my head and grab at his hair. “Scalding,” I say, before pulling on his long hair.

The thought of taking a shower with this man is the hottest thing in the world to me. Fuck if I don’t want to see his naked, inked body, soaking wet as the water drips down his tight muscles.

Setting me down, he reaches for the top back part of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, making my damn legs feel weak as he tosses it as the wall.

Royal is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

He comes at me slowly, yet it’s so powerful and intoxicating that the air gets sucked straight from my lungs. Every muscle in his body is tense, his tattooed flesh moist with sweat as he stares down at me with an intensity that has me gripping at the wall behind me. He’s breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted as his powerful eyes meet mine and capture them. I’m lost in his darkness, wanting to be right there with him . . . just like in my damn dream.

He doesn’t say a word as he scoops me up, and in one swift movement he bites onto my neck and carries me into the hot shower water.

I moan out in desire, just wanting to touch him, to feel my hands on him in any way I can.

“Kiss me, Royal,” I whisper against his lips as the water drips down between them. “Please,” I plead. “You have no idea how good they feel against mine.”

“The fuck I don’t.”

He crushes his lips to mine and slams me against the shower wall, grabbing and fisting my hair as if he’s just as desperate as I am.

Biting my bottom lip, he sets me down against the wall and places one hand on my waist while working the string on my wet shorts with the other.

His hands are working fast and hard to pull my shorts down my legs and lift my feet out of them, but it still doesn’t seem fast enough. I need this man inside of me.

Standing here watching his hard eyes, I feel myself panting as he balls my thong in his inked hand and yanks. The thin strings rip apart, baring my throbbing pussy to him.

Lowering his body, he brushes his lips along my stomach while gripping my hips and squeezing. “You’re fucking breathtaking, babe.” I feel my legs shake below me as he runs his hands lower down my body, brushing between my thighs to spread them. “I want to taste what I do to you. Fuck . . . I need this.”

Gripping my waist, he picks me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist, and slides me up the wall until he’s standing up straight, pulling my legs over his shoulders to support me.

“Oh shit, Royal . . .” I grip his hair with both hands, and hold on for life when he runs his tongue up my inner thigh, grazing my flesh with his teeth. It has my heart jump-starting, just waiting to feel his tongue where I need it the most.

An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble above his shoulders as he inches his mouth up to my inner thigh, right beside my pussy, and bites down onto my skin.

The vibration of his growl against my thigh causes me to scream out in desperation and position my pussy against his lips. “I can’t take it anymore,” I pant. “I want you, Royal. I want you more than anything in this damn world. Touch me. Now.”

He runs his lips over my folds, before roughly sucking my clit into his mouth and releasing it. “Then I’m fucking yours.”

My back arches and I moan out, biting my lip as his tongue swipes out and runs up and down my pussy, making my whole body jerk in pleasure.

Knowing that he’s standing here soaking wet and still in his jeans tells me just how much he truly needed me right now. That does things to me that I can’t even begin to explain.

Royal Savage . . .

He's hazardous to my health, mind, and body, yet the only thing that I crave.

I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my clit so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost lose my balance, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my clit and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady.