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He bucked on and on as I held on as tight as I could, gasping through the utter devastation.

‘Roxy, the best,’ he growled, then repeated my name as he thrust in and out, taking me to my third orgasm for the night.

I almost blacked out, but he kept me steady, lips on me, whispering soothing words as he slowed down, slicking in and out of me for many long minutes.

Finally, my hands surrendered, falling away, and my legs unlocked from his back.

I collapsed on the blanket, supine, so undone as Angel glided his mouth all over my tits, collarbone, and under my ear.

He then suckled my lobe before brushing the edge of my lip.

Cupping his jaw, I gave him back some of his sweet, in a kiss so gentle and poignant that tears pricked my closed lids.

He slid off me and to the side, holding me close to his chest from behind.

‘You doing fine, beautiful?’

His growl sent a shudder through me.

I was beyond okay; the man had destroyed me so much that I was still shaking and trying to catch my breath.

He nipped my ear.

‘Rox?’

‘I’m amazing, but you, sir, ought to be made illegal. That fuckin jewel on your cock needs to be seized as illicit contraband. Damn.’

He shook again, in that silent way of his as he laughed, his chest rocking my spine.

He then shifted as he muttered, ‘Need to take care of you.’

I had no idea how he intended to do it until I saw him pull wet wipes from Mrs C’s hamper and gently clean me up.

Then he pulled the other end of the massive blanket over us, and we nestled into each other, my nose in his neck.

My inner thoughts spun into a whirlwind of profound pleasure.

I wasn’t the second choice anymore, nor a wallflower or a placeholder.

I was his wife, and he’d just made love to me, no holds barred.

When the wind shifted into a cooler breeze that rolled over the sand, Angel woke me from my post-bliss nap.

We dressed, packed the picnic basket, and tucked the blanket into it.

He held me around the waist with one hand, the other on the basket as we headed back to the villa.

All the way, we exchanged scorching hot glances and occasional long, melding kisses.

By the time we crossed the threshold into his bedroom, our passion was running wild again, and we made love again in his bed.

It was almost dawn when we fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, tangled in each other.

Chapter 16

ANGEL

Iwoke to bliss, a sated peace that made sense because of the woman in my arms, rewriting my baseline.