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hands at my waist pulled me back and he sat inside me, unmoving, waiting for the muscles to stretch and accommodate him.  
    “Deep breaths, baby.” He pulled against him and ran his fingers through my hair as he breathed in my ear soothing words. Only he could ever calm me like this, with his dirty mouth and wicked cock and gentle hands. He was heaven and sin wrapped in a brutally beautiful package. “Just get used to me. Feel your body accepting me, me taking you. Let it happen,” he crooned as his hands worked around my neck, gripping and massaging my throat, cutting off my air supply and then releasing slowly, allowing my lungs to fill with air and whoosh out in relaxing puffs.  
    Finally I settled and began to feel the familiar lust surging again. With his fingers rubbing at my clit, he bent me over the sand, caging me in and burying his thick length in my ass, fucking me in the foamy, white surf. Amid the roar of the ocean, he owned me. He claimed me as his, and I let him.

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    The light of the moon faded into my vision as I came to, the vestiges of my orgasm still pulsing through my body. Hunter lifted me from the sand, naked and damp with salt water, and trudged up the path we’d come down until he took confident steps up the wooden deck and placed me on my feet, wrapping me in a soft blanket and settling me in an overstuffed lounger. I curled into the soft knit fibers of the blanket and snuggled deeper, my eyes fluttering closed with the scent of lush tropical flowers swirling in the air.  
    I was roused awake, I’m not sure how much later, to the smell of fragrant herbs wafting in the air and the pop of a bottle of champagne. My eyes flickered open to find Hunter standing there, soft knit pants hanging low on his tantalizing hips, a chef’s towel over one shoulder, pouring us each a glass of bubbling golden liquid. “You made dinner?” I sat up in my chair, drowsy from sleep and sex and love.  
    “Not much…I did what I could. Apparently they thought a world class chef was staying here. How the fuck am I supposed to cook sea urchin?”  
    I burst out into a fit of giggles as I took the glass of champagne he offered before settling next to me on the lounger, the small round table pulled to the cushions. I tucked the blanket more tightly around my shoulders and planted my feet on the warm wood of the deck next to him, as if we were little kids at a picnic bench.  
    I recalled my only memory of going on a picnic as a child and in the far reaches of my mind, my father was with us. He and my mother sat side by side on a blanket, while a chunky, not-yet-walking me crawled between them. There isn't much that stands out in my memory of him, just his eyes. They had the ability to pierce with a single gaze, fill the space with tension in a second, and take the air from your lungs in a single breath.
    I sighed, letting old skeletons lie, and set my glass on the table.  
    “Okay? Can I get you something else?” Hunter rubbed at my arm fiercely to help generate heat under the blanket. I was still naked, feeling a little abused by the sand that’d rubbed me and by the man that’d invaded every sensual crevice of my body in the moonlight.  
    “I’m okay. Just still soaking everything in.” I nibbled on toasted baguette drizzled with oil and tapenade before placing it back on the plate. “I don’t think I can eat.” I did my best at swallowing the concoction then washed it down with a healthy swallow of champagne. The bubbles scorched my lungs and caught fire in my throat, but I was thankful for the warm feeling spreading through my belly, tingling my toes, and allowing reality to slip into a comforting fog.  
    “Let me make you something else.” Hunter rushed to stand but I pulled him back into me on the couch.  
    “I just need a minute,” I hummed and curled myself into his sturdy arms.  
    “Sure, Princess.” He sighed and then pressed a soft kiss to my head. “All the time in the world.”