AFTER ROYAL STORMED OFF AND left me, Madison decided to let herself into my room and hit me with a bunch of annoying questions that only made me want to throat punch her ass.
After about the fifth one, I finally pushed her out the door and shut it in her face. That was me being nice. I wanted to do a lot more. Her giddiness had me twitching to slap her.
I’m beyond annoyed right now and upset at how Royal just tossed me into my bed and left me after the moment we had outside. All I wanted to do was be there for him and he wouldn’t fucking let me.
It hurts how he just pushed me away, especially when I can see how much he’s dying inside, and all I want to do is ease some of his pain.
I’ve been sitting here in bed for the last hour now, playing with my phone and fighting with myself on whether or not I should text him. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet, but every time I get ready to start typing a message out, my heart starts racing so hard that I can feel my fingers throbbing around my phone and I end up tossing it down in anger.
The more I think about what happened though, the more I feel like I need to say something.
“You know what . . . screw you. You just threw me here and fucking left me.”
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.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says against my pussy, before sliding his tongue in and squeezing my thigh.
Before I can say anything he’s lowering me down the wall.
He presses his hands against the wall and shakes the water out of his face. “Take my jeans off.”
I drop to my knees and quickly undo his jeans, yanking them roughly down his legs, before biting his hard dick through his wet boxer briefs.
He growls out and grabs my arms, yanking me to my feet and wrapping one of my legs around his waist.
I can feel him working on lowering his briefs with his free hand and a surge of excitement surges through me at the thought of him being inside of me. It feels like it’s been forever, and my body is aching for him to fill me.
Running his hand over my breast, he stops on my throat and squeezes, while thrusting into me at the same time, filling me completely.
“Oh fuck!” I scream out from the intrusion and dig my nails into his back in shock. “No condom, Royal? Are you sure you want to do this?”
He closes his eyes and slowly pulls out of me, before filling me again and stopping. “Oh shit . . .” He leans his forehead against mine and grabs my face, letting the water wash over us while we both stand here breathing heavily. “I never want to use a condom with you again,” he breathes.
I place both of my hands on his face and lift it to look into his eyes. “You’re the first person to be inside me this way, Royal. Only you,” I whisper.
He looks at me for a few seconds, just staring into my eyes as if he’s slowly letting my words sink in. His eyes fill with an emotion that I’ve never seen from him before: pride.
His lips desperately seek mine as he rolls his hips, fucking me deep and hard, as if my words set him off and he can’t feel enough of me around him.
The only sound around us besides the water hitting us is the sound of our heavy breathing and our wet bodies slapping together as he takes me so deep that it hurts.
It feels as if he’s claiming me, making sure that I’ll never want another man inside of me this way.
It’s working . . . oh is it working.
Lowering his face, he bites my neck and grips my hair, while continuing to claim my body.
Before I know it, I’m digging my nails into his arms and screaming as my orgasm rolls through me in strong waves, making my whole body tingle.
“Fuck . . .” He pulls me away from the wall and turns our bodies sideways, holding me up as he pounds into me fast and hard, getting close to his own orgasm.
As soon as I feel him releasing himself inside of me and hear him growl out, another orgasm hits me hard, causing me to grab onto the shower curtain and pull.
The whole thing breaks down, falling into the tub with us.
“Holy shit, Royal,” I pant, while holding onto him. “That was . . .” I take a second to catch my breath. “Amazing.” I grab his face and smile. “I’m glad you’re my first this way. There’s not a better feeling in the world than having you inside of me.”
He smiles against my lips and then laughs as we both turn around to look at the mess we made.
When the curtain fell water went everywhere, soaking the sink, toilet, mirror, and walls.
“I’ll clean this up in the morning.”
With his arms holding me up, he steps out of the tub and starts walking us toward the door, naked.
“Woah!” I hold onto him tighter. “What if Madison is out there?”
He cups my ass and holds me as closely as possible. “Then she’ll see our asses.” He smirks and opens the door.
I peek over his shoulder as he walks down the hall, looking for Madison, but she’s nowhere to be seen.
It’s not until we reach my door when I hear her screaming and things banging off the walls from her room.
“Holy fuck!” My eyes widen. “Looks like she has some company of her own.”
Royal opens my door and drops me onto the bed, crawling in next to me and covering us both up. “I have a pretty good guess at who too.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, while straddling his lap and playing with his wet hair. “Who?”
He lifts a brow and runs his hands down my arms. “You’ll see in the morning.”
He kisses me hard, before rolling me over beside him and burying his face into my neck.
We lay in silence for a bit, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. A nagging feeling of wanting to know more about Royal and his fiancé has been making me feel tense.
“Ask me,” he says, scaring me. “Then go to sleep.”
I turn around in his arms and bury my face in his neck like he always does me. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I should ask this.”
“Yes,” he says sternly.
Running my fingers over the smooth flesh of his arms, I kiss his neck and let out a small breath. “How did Olivia die? You said she was taken from you.”
His whole body stiffens and I’m afraid he’s going to push me away, but instead he pulls me closer. “She was murdered.”
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to myself. I feel a tear slide down my face at the thought of him going through such a tragedy.
“She was pregnant with our baby girl. I was at work and I was too late to get to her.” He turns his face away and lets out a long breath. “Now let’s go to sleep.”
God, my heart aches so bad for him. I want to say something. Anything to tell him how sorry I am, but I know that’s not what he needs to hear. There’s nothing that can make his pain go away and nothing that can make him feel complete again.
Not even me . . .