I lean in and kiss his closed eyes, before wrapping my hand in his hair and whispering, “Not dark enough to make me want to leave.” It’s the honest truth too. The last thing I want to do is leave.

This man truly has no idea how drawn I am to him. The rush he makes me feel keeps me wanting more of him.

With raw need in his eyes, he crawls onto the bed, pulling me below him. After he’s positioned between my legs, he sits up straight and brings the knife in my hand to his chest, slowly moving the blade down his body.

His eyes close and he tilts his head back when I pull the knife away and my free hand traces every hard muscle, leading down to the V that disappears into his low hanging sweats.

“It feels so fucking good when you touch me.” He opens his eyes and tilts his head down to look at me. With dark eyes, he brings my hand up to run the knife across his neck, before pulling it out of my hand. “So touch me.”

He releases my hands and growls out as I slowly tug on his sweats, but stop before pulling them down. I’ve never been so nervous in my life.

“I need you to feel me,” he says tensely. “Every part of me, and none of me is good.”

“I don’t believe that,” I admit.

Locking eyes with me, he balls his fists into my hair and slams his lips against mine, kissing me so damn hard that the air gets knocked right out of me.

He bites my bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth, before he runs his tongue over it and then sucks it into his mouth.

His kiss is so intense; almost hungry as his lips devour mine, and I haven’t been able to catch my breath yet. I don’t need to. All I need is to feel his mouth on me.

Pulling away from the kiss, he roughly grabs the top of my shirt, cutting it open with his knife.

Admiring my breasts, he wraps his free hand around my neck and squeezes, before gently running the tip of the blade between my breasts and cutting my bra off.

My whole body is craving for this rough, dark man to take me. A knife has never turned me on so damn much.

Tossing the knife aside, he yanks my jeans down my legs roughly, and then my panties, before flipping me over and slapping my ass, hard.

I feel his fingers wrap into the back of my hair and pull as his other hand reaches around to grip my neck again. His heavy breathing caresses my ear as he presses his lips against it. “Fuck! You’ll never understand the darkness in me until I show you. You want to feel it? No part of me is gentle. I can promise you that. You really want to be hurt by me?”

I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes as his hand releases my neck. “Physically, yes. In this bed right now, yes. I want nothing more right now.”

He growls and pushes my head down into the mattress, before slapping my ass and then biting it. He bites it so damn hard, making me scream and bite down on the blanket.

An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way down my body and then up my inner thigh, biting down close to my pussy. This man’s mouth does things to me. “Royal,” I say breathlessly. “I want your mouth on me. I want to feel you.”

I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly, before he stops and pulls away. “You’re going to get my mouth and so much more.” He moans. “I’ve warned you.”

Fuck . . . that moan is so sexy; so deep, rough, and raw.

His tongue works slowly at first, causing me to moan out, wanting more of his perfect fucking mouth. His rhythm is precise and in control, as if he knows the exact way to work me up and pleasure me. I’ve never felt something so damn good in my life, and the thought of him stopping makes me want to scream.

I need this man touching me, every single inch of me, before I explode. I want all of him. His darkness included.

I arch my back and moan out loudly as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue and the feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax.

Slipping his tongue out, he slides it down and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good that I grip onto the blankets and scream out as my orgasm rocks through me in intense waves. “Oh shit . . . I can’t . . .” I pant.

I feel him moving behind me, working on pulling his sweats off, before I hear the nightstand open as he pulls out a condom.

Next thing I know, he reaches around and grips my neck, hard, pulling me up flat against his chest. His hand squeezes my neck as he leans in close to my ear. “You ready?”

I nod my head. “Yes . . .”

Closing my eyes, I hold my breath to prepare for his entrance. I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want him to think that I want him to stop if I scream.

I feel the tip of his dick slide across my entrance, before he bites my neck and slams into me hard; so fucking hard that I bite my bottom lip, drawing blood.

His tongue works my neck, easing the pain from his bite, as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, even harder. “You feel better than I imagined,” he growls. “So fucking good. Come here.”

Tilting my neck back, he runs his tongue over my mouth, before sucking my bloody lip into his mouth as he rolls his hips, making me moan into his mouth.

He pulls away from the kiss and licks his lips, no doubt tasting my blood. As weird as it is, it turns me on more. He’s so rough and unfiltered and I love it. It’s a complete turn on and so different from anything I’ve experienced.

Both of his arms wrap around my body, him pulling me as closely as possible as he thrusts into me repeatedly.

Pounding into me hard, he grabs my throat and pulls my neck back. He’s holding it so tightly that I can barely breathe for a minute, until his grip loosens and he growls out in frustration at the realization of him almost choking me.

I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, only causing him to go faster and harder. I don’t want him to stop being rough. I want to feel what’s inside this man.

“Fuuuck!” He yells out, while picking me up and carrying me out of bed and over to the wall.

I grab his hair and moan out as he slams me against the wall and buries himself deep between my legs. “Deeper,” I growl against his lips.

He pushes in deep and stops. His heavy breathing caresses my mouth as he looks me in the eyes and wraps his hand around my throat again. “Like this?”

I lean my head against the wall and scream. “Yes!”