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‘So sexy, honey,’ I mewled as a savage tingling began to rip through me again.

His grunt to me came as he dipped his head to take my lips again.

‘So fuckin’ wild.’

Our mouths melded as I held on to him with my hands all over him, from his spine to his thick hair, then down to his ass.

The night deepened as we made love on the wool blanket, the rhythm of our breathing matching the steady crash of the tide against the boulders.

Every touch was sacred, a redemptive surrender that erased years of silent pining.

It was the most magnificent experience I’d ever had.

At one point, I pulled back, staring up at Angel’s face in the moonlight.

His features appeared softened, the rugged angles of his jaw relaxed, his expression filled with such veneration for me that it brought hot tears to my eyes.

‘Roxy,’ he whispered, his thumb brushing a tear from my temple. ‘Roxy.’

He repeated my name over and over like a prayer, his timbre thick with emotion he could no longer contain.

I flew into the heavens with him, untethered from the pain of the past.

I clutched his muscled behind and pushed him in deeper, so hungry, so needy, so desperate for him to explode with me.

His grunts were getting shorter, his chest heaving.

With a growl, he went to the side, his cock slipping out as he arranged me in front of him.

He went onto one elbow, my head back into the crook between his shoulder and neck as our mouths met again.

He widened my thighs, and then he drove inside me again from the rear, hand on my tits, his cock thrusting into me.

The cool sea breeze washed over us, but it was unable to kill our flames as he pounded into me.

He slid his hand to my clit, his tweaking, pulling and squeezing the swollen flesh as he drove his cock deep.

I ground myself into him, our mouths meshing.

He pulled out, turned me until I lay back, spine to the blanket, widened for him.

Hips thrusting up at him even before he drove inside me, his piercing gaze once more driving me wild.

I gazed into his smoldering eyes and moaned, ‘More, harder.’

‘I aim to please,’ he grunted.

‘Angel, I’m going to cum,’ I gasped as my bliss began to ratchet.

‘Cum for me,’ he rasped, leaning down to suckle my nipple.

‘Honey,’ I breathed, so gone, arms curled around his shoulders, heels digging into his ass.

Bliss hit hard, and I bucked my pussy, rippling over his cock with such intensity it came close to bittersweet pain.

It was the edge between the sweetest agony and the most wondrous rapture.

‘Rox, so fuckkinn’ good,’ he growled as I got slammed with the sensation of his white-hot seed soaring my insides.