Bloody hell, Cara thought. Or marveled, or whatever it was where she could barely believe how incredible Duncan felt inside her.
Amazing wasn’t even close to hitting how accurate he felt.
If it wasn’t for the damn cry, she’d tell him too.
And she wanted to kick herself for not doing this before. They should have been together for years…
That was her one regret—in this moment, in her life. Not being with Duncan—not admitting that she felt more for him than just friendship. She’d tried to convince herself they were just friends, but the feelings were always more than she would admit.
Her own stubbornness had brought her to this point. She was going to die and never get to tell him how she felt. And now she couldn’t. At least not with words. Regret loomed in the shadows of her mind, and she felt so stupid. She should have told him this a long time ago.
“Duncan, I’m… I’m…”
“I know,” he answered.
“No, Duncan, I—”
The cry built stronger and stronger, regardless of the Fairy Tea keeping it at bay.
She had this moment—that was all she had.
She wasn’t going to waste it.
Cara adjusted her seat and put her hands on his chest. Their eyes met, and she could hear his thoughts— primal and needy.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She brought her hips up and savored him sliding between. Down again, and he filled her to capacity—possibly more. Up and down she moved, their eyes locked.
Conscious thought replaced by a building need to have him. Now. Here. If she had to die, then she should die feeling this kind of paradise…
She increased her pace, each thrust bringing her closer to another orgasm, another release…
Release.
Release!
“That’s it,” she said, stopping.
“What?” Duncan panted.
“Release… Orgasm. Release…” She tried to project her thoughts to him—that maybe, just maybe, if she had another earth-shattering orgasm, she’d be able to release this cry.
Did he get it? Was he understanding?
She met his gaze as comprehension passed over his features.
He nodded. “What can I do?”
There was only one thing she could think of.
“Fuck me, Duncan. Fuck me hard…”
Duncan growled and moved to his knees. Cara fell backwards, and he pulled her to him. She arched her back, the pillows supporting her position as his hips drove into hers. He spread her legs wide before increasing his tempo even more.
It wasn’t slow and gentle, it wasn’t pretty and romantic.
Duncan fucked her.
Hard.
And bloody hell, it was good.
With each thrust into her, she felt her body’s desire—no, make that need—to come warring with the scream that begged for release. The two energies fought one another as he brought her closer and closer to completion.
He brought his hand in between them, stroking her clit as he thrust into her. She was close—so very, very close.
“Duncan, yes, Duncan…” This was what she needed to do, it would release something, she could feel the walls inside starting to crumble away.
“I’m with you. I’m with you, Cara…” Duncan said just before he cried out. He slammed into her hard, once…
Twice…
Three times.
Each one cracked the blockage, lighting a venue for the energy pent up inside her. Duncan did it. He saved her.
Again.
Cara tipped her head up as the orgasm and the scream took control, and it finally came out.
Everything came out.