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“Yes,” he ground out.
“We have known each other for several weeks. We have been as man and wife. Every opportunity you’ve had, you sought my presence, kissed me, introduced me to pleasure, came after me when you thought I was disturbed. You lost the rein on your famed temper because I had been threatened and hurt. Can you reflect on these things and say you have no attachment or tendre for me, Tobias?” she demanded, her voice breaking, and her heart trembling for she feared his answer.
The silence stretched, and then he spoke. “I only know that you are dangerous, and I regret staying in that closet with you.”
She stumbled back with a soft cry. Then she ran from him. Her name floated on the wind, but she did not hesitate, only stumbled deeper into the thicket. Mere seconds later, a hand grabbed her waist and spun her around, and acting from a place of deep hurt, she lashed out. He caught her hand in a gentle grip so at odds with the raw emotions darkening his eyes to emerald.
“I cannot bear the thought of you in tears. It rips me in two and makes me want to slay whoever hurt you…even when it’s myself. How do I know you are not manipulating me with them? How the hell do I know anything?”
“I have no cause to manipulate my husband.”
“I wanted to kill him,” he muttered fiercely. “I wanted to break all of his bones for touching you. I am the very man my father was.”
“Tobias, no, you—”
He dipped his head and slashed his mouth over hers in a fierce and unexpected kiss.
Chapter Nineteen
When had he gotten so obsessed with his wife’s scent and taste? When had she snuck under his guard and owned his fucking soul? She whimpered into his kiss and wrenched away, trembling fingers going to her bruised lips, her eyes wide pools of desire and hurt. He vowed then that he would break William for what he had done. Hell, he would just kill him and be done with it.
Control. He had to fight for control. He was a rational man, and he was not ruled by emotions. Tobias jerked away from her and she moved with him, fisting his jacket and tugging his lips back to hers.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled, kissing the corner of her lips. Her taste was honeyed intoxication and it was painful to admit he would never get enough.
Olivia stood on her toes and cupped his jaw in her delicate hands. “Then don’t hurt me,” she breathed. “Love me, hold me, and comfort me.”
Her touch shattered him and a fierce surge of possessiveness shook him. With a deep groan, he kissed her tenderly, barely brushing his lips over hers, but his hands coasted over her body with fierceness. He pushed the skirt of her riding habit to her waist and pressed her against the tree. He gripped her thighs and lifted her, parting her legs so she straddled his waist.
Hands trembling with need, and blood pounding with furious emotions, he unfastened his breeches and pressed his hardened length against her already wet entrance. It was immediate penetration. He thrust deep and a wail of pleasure sounded from her lips, destroying the remnants of his self-control. He drove inside her harder, deeper, one hand on her hip holding her still, the other under her shoulders, arching her breasts to his devouring mouth. Her head fell back, a hard shudder wracking her body.
“Tobias,” she gasped.
He was powerless to stop what was happening to him, and in that moment, he knew he would never be able to live with her. She made him lose all reason, all sense of his self and control. With her, he had no idea who he was and it chilled his soul.
“I love you,” she cried, convulsing on his cock and bathing him in her scalding wetness.
He froze, unable to release, for he lingered on those three words.
“How I love you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his neck.
She unraveled him and he gave a harsh cry and froze as he spent inside her. Tobias gently pulled from her and straightened her clothes. His hands trembled and he stilled, glaring at them. How was it that he was unable to be detached
with her? From the moment she had entered his life, everything had been different, more turbulent. Nothing was calm.
They straightened themselves in silence, and he considered her bent head.
“When you ran from me earlier…were you afraid?” The question had haunted him the minute she fled. Everything had become dark and painful, and he had recalled the fear his mother felt when his father got angry. It had gutted him that he could have driven his wife to feel a similar emotion.
“No.”
He searched her eyes for the truth and he was reassured by what he saw. “Good.”
He turned and whistled, and a few seconds later, the horse broke through the cover. “Ride him home.”
Her lower lip trembled. “Shall we ride together?”
“No.”
