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He was silent for a moment before joining her. He rested his forearms on the railing. “I don’t call you that because you’re perfect or because you never do anything wrong. I mean, you are perfect to me and perfect for me.” He broke off with a frustrated groan. “I’m making a mess of this.”
“You aren’t. Keep going,” Angela urged him.
“It’s not like if you make a mistake, I think you’re less shiny or something. In fact, it’s the opposite. Now I know you’re capable of making hard choices. I know you’re capable of pulling the trigger. That’s a good thing, Angel. Not a bad thing. Calling you my light is supposed to be an endearment. Not pressure,” he added with a frown.
Shit, she thought. I’ve made him feel guilty for giving me the best compliment of my life. “And it’s the bestest endearment in the world!” Her words echoed into the night sky. She winced. “I didn’t mean to be that loud.”
Thankfully, Roman’s eyes were sparkling once more, and one side of his mouth kicked up. “The bestest, huh? Did you learn that word during all your years at college?”
“Shut up,” she groused, giving him a shove. “It all sounds silly when I say it out loud. I just want to be everything you need. I don’t want Godfrey to ruin anything else. Especially how you see me.”
Roman turned around, leaning back on the railing and crossing his feet. “It was one thing for me to include you in my plans. Like I said, it was your right. But don’t mistake how difficult it was for me. It killed me to put you in the line of fire. Yes, we covered as many contingencies as we could. And it worked. But it could have just as easily gone to shit. I have never put so much faith in one person before. That’s how I see you.”
She blinked rapidly, doing her best to smile. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Angel, nothing could dim your light. That would be impossible.”
She wanted to launch herself at him but figured that might send them hurtling sixty floors below. So, she took his hand and dragged him over to one of the huge outdoor chaise lounges. She unbuttoned his shirt, smoothing it over his shoulders and down his arms. Her eyes roamed over his impressive pecs and corrugated abs, following his treasure trail until it disappeared into his pants.
Her hand was a little unsteady as it unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell to his ankles, and she was surprised to see he was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He rarely wore underwear. She couldn’t deny how much she loved the way the tight material cupped his hard cock. Roman chuckled, and she looked up.
“That look right there is why I invested in more underwear. It’s a contradiction, but I swear you like my cock covered more than uncovered.”
Angela blushed at the truth of his words. “I like seeing the outline of all your bulges,” she confessed. “It really works for me.”
“Bulges,” he repeated. “You absolutely fascinate me.”
She was glad he thought so. She reached out and palmed his erection through his underwear, delighted when it jerked in her hand. She pushed the material down until it rested underneath his balls and went to town playing with his piercing. Roman groaned harshly, his head falling back on his neck. She started to bend her knees, but he stopped her.
“Hey!” she cried out. She didn’t want to be denied her favorite toy. He muffled her objections by slipping his tongue past her lips until the only noises she was making were moans.
When he pulled back, he removed his shoes and quickly shucked his briefs. Then he laid down on his back on the lounger. He was spread out like her own personal smorgasbord. She was suddenly starving. She got naked as quickly as she could, standing still for a moment so Roman could look his fill at her under the night sky.
His dick was standing up proudly, holding its own against the chill in the night air. But she took a minute to turn the nearby outdoor heater on. Angela straddled his waist backwards, giving him a view of her ass as she shook her hair out. She felt it tickle the skin above her tailbone and was glad it wouldn’t obscure his view. Leaning forward, she ran her hands over his thighs before she caught his cock in a firm grip. Rising onto her knees, she fitted him at her entrance and lowered herself one millimeter at a time. The slow pace was excruciating, but it was worth it to feel Roman’s erection stretch her perfectly.
When she was seated, and so wonderfully full, she began to rock. Roman’s hands went to her hips, but he didn’t hurry her leisurely pace, allowing her to control their lovemaking. She rolled her pelvis, grinding into the man beneath her.
“Fuuuuck,” Roman groaned. “You are so sexy.”
Angela smiled, looking impishly at him over her shoulder. He swore, lifting his hips sharply, forcing her to hold onto his thighs or risk losing her seat. But after that one strong thrust, he settled back down. Rewarding him for his restraint, she lifted herself up and fell back down, using gravity to help fuck herself on Roman. The downward jolt made her breasts bounce, her erect nipples tingling. Gasping, she clenched her inner muscles on every upward glide, creating tightness and friction. Up and down, up and down she went, her orgasm just out of reach. It was maddening.
Roman’s clever fingers delved into her folds, pressing down on her clit, and she covered his hand with hers. She didn’t know if it was to help him or stop him. It felt so good and almost too much at the same time.
“Easy,” Roman soothed, his fingers letting up on the pressure. He circled her swollen bud, spreading her wetness and giving her time to adjust to the onslaught. “There you go. It’s okay. I’m right here.”
A sob escaped her lips because he knew her so well. He knew she was struggling. Not just with her orgasm that seemed out of reach, but with the last few weeks. She linked their hands together, keeping them at her core as she clamped around him, arching her back. Her hair was probably covering his face, but she didn’t hear any complaints. She didn’t withhold the sounds of her release when it finally hit, and she screamed out, the primal noise catching in her throat as the full wave of her orgasm took her under.
Beneath her, Roman planted his feet flat on the lounger, and began to fuck her in earnest. She hung on to his thighs as his hips jackhammered. He swore once before he tensed, and she felt his dick fire off its load inside her.
She loved every minute of it. Broad hands helped her move until she was snuggled against his chest. The same hands he used to kill now stroked reverently over her back. She traced his tattoo with a fingertip, listening as his pounding heart slowed. “It doesn’t change what he did.” The words popped out unbidden, but she didn’t take them back.
“I know. Wiping someone from existence doesn’t erase the past, unfortunately,” Roman said, accurately understanding what she was referring to.
She nodded, staring at a vibrant red rose petal in front of her nose. “I want to find them.”
Roman shifted his head, looking down at her as best he could in their current positions. “Who?”
“The girls that got away that day. The ones I told to run before I lit the fire,” Angela explained. “I know I can’t find every victim of the Foreman’s, and it won’t take away what he did. But knowing there are other survivors out there...” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it will help. I just want to know that one other person made it. Just one other person who didn’t stay broken.”
