She wanted to feel him in her. “Please tell me you have?—”
“Yes.” He lifted his head, his eyes fixed on her bare breasts as he reached for the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a slim packet that he tore open with his teeth.
Carys pushed his trousers down and slid her hands around his cock, stroking the heated skin there before he pushed her hands away and rolled on the condom.
“In me,” she panted.
Carys pulled him by the shoulders, covering her body with his as he hooked his fingers around her pants, tearing them down her legs before positioning his cock at the aching center of her heat and slowly pushing himself to the hilt.
His eyes locked with hers. “Say my name.”
“Duncan,” she choked out. “Oh my God, Duncan.” There were tears in her eyes; he felt so painfully good. And right. And everything.
He was everything.
Duncan fell forward, bracing his arms near her shoulders and leaning down, seducing her mouth as he drew back and then pushed forward with aching tenderness.
His mouth left hers, and he pressed his cheek against her own, whispering in her ear as he made love to her. “I love you, Carys Morgan.”
He rocked her back and forth, teasing her clitoris with every thrust of his erection. “Thisis the real magic. You.” Thrust again. “And me.”
Carys threw her arms around his neck and clung to him as her body began to shake. She felt her climax over every inch of her skin. She felt her pleasure hit like a burst of sparks over her body, and when she cried out, he held her closer.
The flutter of her climax seemed to loose something feral in Duncan, and he lifted up with a roar, gripping her hips with his fingers and rocking into her harder and faster.
He reached down, lifting her ankle to his shoulder and changing the angle so that her pleasure seemed to go on and on. He felt even harder. Bigger. He consumed her.
Duncan turned his head to the side and bit the soft flesh of her calf as his fingers dug into her hip. His thrusts grew wild and uncontrolled until he shouted her name and came, his hands shaking and his muscled body shining with a burst of perspiration in the heated room.
Carys felt like she’d been dropped off the side of a cliff. Her lungs were heaving, and every nerve in her body was on fire.
Duncan fell into bed beside her, grabbing her in a wholly proprietary way and wrapping her in his massive arms before he pulled her against his chest. “After we take that bath, I’m sleeping here tonight. If we’re sleeping.”
He was as bossy as she somehow knew he was going to be.
Carys didn’t want to talk at all, but she forced herself to speak, breathing hard as her ear pressed to his chest, enjoying the drumbeat of his racing heart.
“My body says yes,” she panted, “but my brain says we probably need to sleep for whatever is coming tomorrow.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Practical girl.”
Carys didn’t want to be practical. She wanted to hide and bring Duncan with her. But she knew that wasn’t going to be an option. At least not for a while.
She closed her eyes and listened to his steady and strong heartbeat. She felt safe in his arms. And a little bit like she’d been run over by a truck. Emotionally anyway.
Duncan’s arms tightened around her. “Say it again,” he whispered.
Carys closed her eyes and smiled. “I love you, Duncan Murray.”
His heartbeat picked up again. “I love you too, Professor Morgan.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Two hours later Carys was freshly bathed, her hair was braided, and she was sitting at Dafydd’s table in the main hall with the king on one end, Winnie and Godrik flanking him, and Lachlan sitting right across from her.
“The king is horrified.” Winnie was speaking. “Shocked. They’re counting on the shock for us to freeze, but we’ve already pushed past that.” She looked to her right. “Godrik’s people were the first to surround the fae forts and gates that are known. And Carys and Cadell—along with other surveying pairs—have identified the new fae gates that were reported, those that we didn’t have record of.”
“What are the king’s plans to get the children back?” Duncan was sitting beside Carys and definitely not looking at Lachlan.