Chapter 23

When she relaxed and showed herself to him freely, it was pure bliss. He could tell she had issues of her own she was dealing with. Mostly being self-conscious about her body, making him wonder how such a beauty could feel anything but pride about her looks. To him, she was more beautiful than Venus de Milo.

He thought about how Ava’s eyes rolled back as she reached orgasm. Her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow, he thought this woman was the loveliest creature he had ever laid eyes upon while he claimed her over and over again. Wanting more with every movement, the ocean waves outside the suite made music to their perfect union as if to say the universe was at peace and so should be his wounded heart.

“What have I done?” He huffed, knowing the answer. “What? Hell, I know what. I let my dick do the thinking for me. I had to have her and made love to that beautiful island temptress. I don’t do that. Hunter Constantine doesn’t make love. What’s wrong with me? My number one rule w