To taste more.

It was a heady experience.

His hand slipped under her bikini fabric, and he cupped her.

She blew out a breath that probably would have been a moan and rose into his touch. He slid his fingertip into her folds and found that special little pearl. One hand stroked; the other untied the strings of the bikini bottom, opening her completely to him.

She shuddered, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss just above his finger.

She bucked.

"Yes..."

He lowered to her center and tasted her.

Ambrosia.

The sweetest taste in the world.

Cara was made for him-how he knew it, why he knew it, he didn't know, but he did. He felt it in his entire being, that she was the one he'd been waiting to find for all these years.

As her body began to jerk against him, her own thoughts-very similar to his-bombarded him in a flash. Her primal needs wrapped in conscious thoughts of her need for him almost overwhelmed him.

He didn't dare stop, because he could feel it-she was so close to coming. Her mind raced and he felt the orgasm rattling around inside her-the telepathy that bound them broadcasting every breath of her emotions to him like a whirlwind fog wrapping around them both.

When she finally fell, her body shook, and he didn't stop until she went limp. He crawled back along her torso, wrapped an arm around her and held her tight.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered in her ear.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She shook her head and he felt her thoughts answer him.

"Good. For the moment..."

"The tea is still helping?"

She nodded.

He stroked her face. "I've wanted you for so long, Cara. I didn't know how much. I didn't realize that you... That I, I mean we-"

She put her finger to his lips and climbed on top of him. Her body pressed against his in all the right ways, and he let out a moan.

"What are you-" Duncan started to ask, but as her bare hips ground into him, he groaned, realizing exactly what she was doing.

And oh goddess, it felt good.

She slid her hands between him, feeling his underwear until she'd found his cock, and shimmied it out.

"Cara," he whispered.

She took a few moments and stroked him, her fingernails grazing the tip and sliding down the side.

"Nice..."

He was about to reply, when she rose and started taking him inside. With every inch she slid down, he growled, trying not to thrust into her like he was dying to do.

"You fairies are well-endowed, aren't you?" she said when she finally took him in. He groaned, feeling like he'd entered a perfect paradise. The heat of the desert had them both covered in a sheen of sweat, and he shifted his hips, pressing into her.

Her eyes closed, and were she able to make noise, she would have moaned, he just knew it.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

She brought her gaze back to him and shook her head. He flexed his muscles again, pushing into her, and she got that glazed look in her eyes.

"My turn..."

Chapter Thirteen.

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.

Chapter Fourteen.

The cabana blew off them, flying who knew where, and the heat hit Duncan, feeling like one of Jupiter's lightning bolts. The scream flung him backwards like an explosion.

Cara's arms were out at her side, and the air charged as the scream poured out, like she was being crucified. The winds whipped around them, a swirling sandstorm that pelted Duncan all over.

"Cara! Cara!"

The winds took her.

He tried to grab on to her, but it was too late. The sandstorm wrapped around her a tornado of dust and debris, and blasted through the desert.

"Cara! Cara!" Duncan leaped into the air, wings out and ready to fly, but he couldn't get anywhere near the storm, the winds were so powerful. He flew after the core, where he could vaguely make out Cara's body, floating in the center in the same pose as the funnel whipped around her on all sides.

It was too fast. He couldn't keep up...

Wind slammed against him, the energy throwing around everything imaginable. A shiny object headed right for him, and he realized he was about to be beaned in the head by the meat and cheese tray.

The tray made contact.

And everything went black.

Chapter Fifteen.

Duncan rubbed his brow, where a bandage was wrapped around his head. Damn stitches itched. Sunshine poured over the sea. The water was calm, pretty.