She blinked, remembering the scene and the things she’d told him. Things she’d wanted to confess for a long, long time. Lying still, body sore from use, she wondered if Rem believed her. He was the type of Dom to always comfort a submissive. It was amazing how ruthless he could be within a scene; trained completely on her satisfaction no matter what he used to get her there. He’d changed. Before, if she protested, or sulked, or fought his demands, he gave in. Cara knew it was because he’d loved her and recognized they were finding their way. But it had still been too much for her. “You’re awake.” She blinked and lifted her gaze. Stunning ocean blue eyes seethed with a variety of emotions, before shutting down behind the barrier. Cara knew the wall too well. She’d used it many times in her past, but not tonight. Tonight, was a gift, and she’d use the opportunity without holding back. “Yes. I’m sorry about — that.” A frown marred his dark brows. “Never be sorry about emotion.
