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  “Beautiful.” His praise greeted her when her shattered senses re-formed. He thrust again, so powerful within her that one orgasm wasn’t enough. She ran possessive hands down his hands and gripped his buttocks.

  “Alexa!” His control shattered into a pounding instinct for completion.

  She gloried in it, rising to meet the tender violence and taking everything, sharing and doubling his climax. Matching him. The intensity of passion in his eyes and body riveted her.

  He rolled off her heavily, and at her muttered complaint, tugged her to sprawl over him. He nuzzled the soft skin under her ear. “Thank you.”

  “It was a mutual effort.”

  “Very mutual.” The smile was in his voice. “It exceeded my fantasies.”

  “You have fantasies about me?” She lifted her head.

  His expression was relaxed and smugly satisfied.

  Well, she felt smug, too. She wriggled into a more comfortable position. “Tell me about these fantasies.”

  “Fair exchange,” he warned. “You have to tell me yours.”

  She blushed and sat up, curling beside him.

  “Oho.” He propped himself on an elbow to study her moonlit expression. “This looks promising.”

  “It’s only because I trust you,” she began.

  “You can.” Two words, but no teasing. Just a soul-deep vow.

  “I want to watch us in a mirror.” The words rush out.

  “A mirror. What would we be doing in front of the mirror?” He stood and extended his hand, pulling Alexa up and turning her round to face an ornate wall mirror suspended to a column. “Tell me how to touch you.”

  She shivered. Their moonlit images had a dreamlike aspect. In this garden, this night, with this man, anything was possible. “I’ll show you. You…you’re to touch me how I touch myself.”

  “Angel.” He crowded up behind her, all hard muscle and heat. “I think this is my fantasy, too.”

  “I hope so.” She touched her throat, her breasts, drew patterns down her stomach.

  He savored the slow caress around her nipples. “Two circles or three?” He had an arm around her waist, holding her up as her thighs trembled and her knees gave out.

  “Th-three.”

  He completed the third circuit. “Touch yourself.”

  She widened her stance, and felt the breath he took. His arousal pressed against her butt. She wasn’t accustomed to touching herself there, but this was a fantasy for two and Theron’s gaze in the mirror was hot with need.

  She stroked herself and cried out, her flesh too sensitive.

  “Angel.” Theron shook. “Put your arms around my neck.”

  The posture thrust her breasts up and tautened her stomach. His hand went between her legs. She watched her own erotic response and climaxed.

  Theron turned her, lifted her against the mirror and entered her as the last tremors still shook her. “I like your fantasy.”

  She shuddered at the exquisite contrast between his heat and the cool glass of the mirror. Then the mirror warmed with their passion.

  Later, Alexa woke, feeling him watching her.

  “Do you want to know my fantasy?”

  She smiled. “Yes.”

  He didn’t smile back. “You love me, adoring me with your eyes and mouth, hands and body, until you take me inside you and ride me to heaven.”

  She stroked his chest, holding his gaze, reading all his hunger of lonely centuries, then bent and kissed a flat male nipple. “It will be my pleasure.”

  It was an incredible pleasure. He urged her on, not with touches, but with words of praise and the eager, undeniable response of his body.

  Her mouth felt swollen by the time she finished with his, stealing another kiss as she straddled him. Then there was the awesome delight of cupping him, finding him so ready and guiding him into her.

  He groaned as she lowered herself onto him, taking him deeply. She rode him slowly, taking his rhythm, feeling herself falling into the awed wonder in his eyes. Sharing it.

  He climaxed and she let her own climax roll through her, tightening her around him a final time before she collapsed panting on top of him.

  “Angel, you are heaven.”

  “You’re not so bad, yourself.”

  Epilogue

  “Theron, behave.” Alexa’s reprimand would have had more power if she hadn’t choked on her laughter.

  He patted her solicitously on the back. “Now, where would the fun be in behaving?”

  The crystal dome atop the Heavenly Library revolved slowly, each facet showing a different scene from—

  “Michael will strangle you.”

  “He can try.” Theron grinned. “He shouldn’t have denied my request at Council to go after the dark mage apprentice, Kevin, in Australia.”

  Alexa craned her neck to see the next scene on the crystal dome. “Oooh,” she wailed with laughter and clutched at him.

  Other heavenly citizens, hurrying between the library, opera house and sports grounds, also paused to snicker.

  “Where did you find Michael’s training video?” she gasped.

  High above on the dome, a much younger Michael took another prat fall. At seventeen, he’d been skinny, uncoordinated and a greater danger to himself than to anyone else in his training bouts. Only in height did he bear any resemblance to his current somber battle-readiness.

  “Heaven’s archives are amazingly complete,” Theron said.

  Thunder boomed across the sky and the images vanished from the crystal dome.

  All the onlookers suddenly remembered urgent appointments.

  “You’re busted,” Alexa said.

  “I rely on you to protect me.”

  “Huh.” Scornful disbelief.

  “Or we could run away and visit Sadiq.”

  She was tempted. Sadiq was working hard to heal the damage his father had done, particularly to the villagers at the Dark Oasis. The responsibility suited him. He’d lost his playboy ways and air of disinterest. He was thinner, harder and focused.

  “Theron.” Michael materialized on the path in front of them.

  “Hello, Michael,” Alexa said.

  He glanced at her. “Can’t you control your fiancé?”

  “Only in bed,” Theron said outrageously.

  She punched his arm.

  “Ow.”

  “You know I can’t let your insult stand unavenged?” Michael folded his arms. Muscles bulged.

  Theron raised an eyebrow, politely, tauntingly, interested.

  Alexa grinned. This male bonding party didn’t need her presence. She kissed Theron’s cheek. “Have fun, honey.”

  He patted her butt, keeping his gaze on Michael. “Don’t I always?”

  “And when you’ve finished playing,” she continued serenely. “I’ll be in the waterfall oasis swimming naked.” Three, two—

  Heaven vanished. The oasis surrounded her and Theron. He’d lost their clothes somewhere in the transition.

  “You,” he said when they surfaced and broke the kiss. “Are a devious angel.”

  “I try.”

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