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delving further into her delicious pussy, his eyes rolling back in his head with the brutal pressure of her channel squeezing his dick.
    “It wasn’t you, Rem! I didn’t know if I could be the woman you needed me to be.” He immediately pulled back, pausing to absorb her words. She struggled for breath. “You were always so sure of yourself. You knew what you wanted all the time and I was scared. I never had the time to figure out if I even wanted to be a sub because I loved you so much!”
    He wrestled his iron-willed control and thrust inside her.
    Her head flung back onto the pillow. Dear God, she was so tight and hot, he was gonna come in a flash. He grit his teeth and held on, feeling her body welcome him like he was finally home.
    Her words hit his ears and his heart at the same time, drawing blood. No, it wasn’t right. He’d never tried to make her anything she wasn’t. He’d known how young they both were, and Cara never protested their play — never said she had any doubts during the endless conversations they’d had. He prided himself on open communication, lording it over the Doms he taught as key. How could he have failed at the one element that made him who he was?
    “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Please, I can’t, I can’t come again.”
    “You will. Why didn’t you talk to me?”
    Cara sucked in a breath, shaking under the waves of sexual need gripping them both in a vise. The words that broke from her throat made him still above her, his cock buried deep.
    “You didn’t listen!” she cried brokenly “I tried to tell you I wasn’t sure. But you were sure enough for both of us, so I ran. I ran because I was a coward, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.” She gulped, shaking violently underneath him. “Please, no more, no more.”
    “Come for me, Cara.”
    Without hesitation, Rem surged in and out, fucking her so completely, there was nowhere left to hide. His balls tightened up, and he pinched her clit, jerking up toward the right to hit her sweet spot, and then she was coming hard for him, and he let himself go.
    Rem threw his head back and let the release wash over him in all its brutal force. Tremors grabbed him in a merciless grip, and he surrendered under the sheer force of ecstasy, spilling his seed, fucking the woman he’d once loved.
    The woman he still loved.
    Tears fell freely down her cheeks. Rem pressed his forehead to hers for a few precious moments, then left the bed. Unchaining her, he rubbed her ankles and wrists to get circulation back, then grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He sat on the edge of the bed and forced her to sit up halfway. “Drink this, sweetheart. That’s it. You did well, I’m so proud of you.” Between her tears, she gulped down the water, then lie quietly back on the pillows. Black mascara tracked down her cheeks. Her lips were red and bitten up. She was beautiful. Wrecked. Perfect.
    His sub.
    Rem went into the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. With gentle strokes, he cleaned the stickiness from her thighs, washed up, and returned to bed. She hadn’t moved, just watched him with half dazed eyes that told him she was about to crash.
    Rem shrugged off his jeans, and crawled underneath the crisp, white sheets. Gathering her in his arms, he tucked her head against his chest and held her close. Pressed his lips against her tangled hair. And waited.
    The sobs shook her deep, coming from her soul, but he never broke his grip, and spoke to her gently, praising her, while he rained kisses over her wet cheeks until she finally settled.
    Rem lay in the dark and remembered the day she had left.
    He’d never forget the choking panic and fear when he’d come home and found all her stuff gone. His calls and texts went unanswered. Rem called the police like a crazy man, and his brothers had barely been able to calm him down until they found the brief note laid neatly on the nightstand he hadn’t seen.
    I’m sorry. I