Page 25 of A Heart So Savage

Untangling his hand from her hair, Kingston stepped back and removed two cell phones from his pocket. He set them on the marble countertop.

Ava’s heart jumped. One of the phones was her own. She stared at it in disbelief as Kingston began undressing.

As his body was slowly revealed, Ava’s gaze helplessly drifted away from the cell phone. She greedily devoured every inch of his hard, muscled, spectacular form while clutching the front of the towel. She trembled with something far worse than fear.

Excitement.

The snarling lion’s head tattoo inked across Kingston’s chest looked especially fierce in the unforgiving light of the bathroom. Ava could see every line and swirl, the artist’s expertise apparent in the intricate design. It incorporated the thin scar etched into his skin with such precision that one barely recognized it for what it was, a lion’s fang constructed of pale, damaged flesh.

Her gaze fell lower, reading the words inked along his flank. The motto that Kingston fiercely believed in.

Crush~Conquer~Protect

Ava shuddered. So far, he’d done just that when it came to her.

Pivoting away from the sink, she faced Kingston as he stepped out of his trousers and boxers. He stood before her naked. Unabashedly savage in his nudity, his body truly was a work of art with its muscled expanse and taut lines.

And his cock… it jutted toward her. Straining to reach her. Angry and throbbing that it wasn’t buried deep inside her.

The pang of lust twisting Ava’s stomach became a physical ache. Her nipples tightened at the sight of Kingston’s obvious desire, her skin tingling. Even her thoughts were suddenly fuzzy, her common sense popping and fizzling like champagne bubbles. How could he affect her this way?Why?

She gripped the towel tighter.You know why. Stop fighting this and go to him.

Kingston’s eyes darkened, evidence that he knew the thoughts racing through her mind.

“Ava.”

His voice was low. Husky. Beguiling. Ava shivered, choking back a whimper when he continued.

“Face the mirror, place your hands on the sink, and arch your back. Ass toward me.”

“I don’t think— “

He cut her off. “Did I ask you to think? Do it now.”

She spun around, thankful for the cloth still covering her nakedness. Their eyes met and clashed again in the mirror’s reflection. The same confusing, heart-pounding excitement she experienced following Kingston’s commands earlier that day flooded her now.

She hated it. Hated the need that made her body clench with longing. Hated the breathless anticipation for his touch and how easily he sent her tumbling into an ecstatic abyss of sensations. She hated herself for wanting it more than she needed her dignity. Kingston reduced her to a quivering, desperate creature every time he touched her, and Ava now craved that high like a heroin addict seeking a fix.

“Good girl.”

His voice rumbled through her, and Ava dropped her head against a wave of lust so powerful it made her weak.

“No, Ava. I want you to see your eyes in that mirror. I want you to see yourself as I see you. Do you understand?” Kingston slid her phone across the countertop as he moved closer, a sinister glint in his blue eyes.

He left the phone beside her hand where she clutched the sink’s edge for dear life, her fingers pale and bloodless. Sidling into place behind her, he lifted the edge of the towel up and over her buttocks. “I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but—”

“Wrong answer.” His hand, huge and rough and so warm, slapped one ass cheek like a lightning strike.

Ava gasped in shock, lurching forward until Kingston gripped her hips and yanked her back into position he wanted.

“Let’s try that again.” His whisper was silky, hands gliding over the skin of her hips and buttocks. “Do youunderstandme?”

With a quick tug, the towel fell away and Ava bit back a cry. She’d never felt so exposed. So helpless with desire. She was already wet for him. Her flesh, sore and sensitive before, now throbbed with renewed longing.

Kingston abruptly buried a hand in her damp hair, jerking her head back until Ava had no choice but to meet his expectant gaze in the mirror’s reflection. His eyes were completely dark now—the pupils blown wide with hunger.

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