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Her frame twisted to him clad in her nightgown and wrap.
When their eyes clashed, there was so much sorrow in hers it washed disquiet over him. “What is it, Freya?”
Her hands tightened the wool around her in a defensive gesture. “Do not do this.” It came so low, almost a whisper.
“You want me to play the coward?” In long strides, he neared her, dwarfing her with his height.
Hazel gaze raised to him. “Ross is reckless.” The expression on her perfect features strained. “You cannot be sure what he will throw at you.”
“Do you want to hide inside the manor forever?” Prowling closer, he stood inches from her.
“You know I do not. And Ewan needs open spaces.” Her scent of soap and woman clouded his mind.
He threw her wrap to the carpet. “Would you have a better solution, perhaps?” Strong fingers untied the tip of her tress to undo it.
Her delicate ones held the tress midway. “Wait for my father to appoint an heir. It should not take long.”
“And Ross leaves you and Ewan alone after that, you think.” He took her hand and placed it on his square stubble jaw.
“He might.” Her tress came undone, spilling her hair over her shoulders.
“He is a bully.” Bunched biceps lifted her. “Bullies never stop.” And prowled to the bed.
“Let us wait and see. If he does not stop, we act.” Her husband placed her on the satiny sheets.
“By then, it could be too late.” He stretched beside her after undressing. “I am taking no chances.” And rolled to her.
“This does not bode well.” His stubble grazed along her neck and her sigh rewarded him.
“I will not back down.” A large hand pulled her nightgown string.
She held his broad shoulders and made him look at her. They were disagreeing, they were in bed, and he was touching her. Her confusion reflected in her gaze.
“I know you do not want me to go.” He rasped on the curve of her neck and shoulder where he sowed goose-bumps. “I know you do not share in my decision.” Sensuous lips kissed her exposed shoulder. “I know you want to protect our family.” Her nightgown lowered further. “But would you allow me to take your kisses with me?” Her breasts came to the firelight. “Can I carry your scent with me?” His tongue licked one nipple, causing her to arch towards him. “Shall I stock your moans in my ears?”
“Oh, Drostan.” She breathed as her hands dived in his wavy, smooth hair.
It was all he needed to plunder her lips. And to be plundered by hers. They kissed long, deep, eager.
He wanted this woman more than he should. More than before. More than he ever thought possible.
This woman who came into his life with starry eyes and a willing body. This woman who left his life with a stealthy mystery and his seed in her womb. Who returned to his life with a fierce strength and a protective streak. Who sent him to a frosty hell with her absence and to a scalding heaven with her sensuality. His woman. His wife. His mate. His…everything. He preferred to die than to allow that villain to hurt her gain. Preferred exile than to see her leave again. Preferred the most painful torture than to watch her suffer again. And preferred her disapproval than to let anything happen to her.
To her or to the fruit of their union. The fruit of their marriage. The fruit of their…
He laced her by her waist and made all of her glue to all of him as though it had been years since the last time he touched her. Caressed her as though it would be centuries until he did it anew. Drank in her as though it would be a lifetime until he came back to her. Savoured her as if the stars would have to extinguish until he did it next time.
A bottomless well of sensations and emotions ran between them as she followed him wherever he took her. With her arms, with her thighs. Her moans. Her warmth. And he followed her thighs, her moans. The centre of her heat.
He trailed down her frame, vowing to keep his wife always close to him. His wife, who came to him willing body and all. The wife who he would not allow to leave him. The wife who had so courageously protected their son. With her nurturing. Her endurance. Her fortitude. Overflowing, candent passion took him by assault as they spun in desire, sensation and all the nameless things layering between them.
And when he claimed her, she received him in her body with the same eagerness of their wedding night. Added to a ton more passion, a ton more sensuality. Light-years more intensity. A universe more surrender. And he got lost in her heat, her undulations. Her pleasure.
His own climax came with her cries, her culmination, her name. Her.
Only her.
Lost in this woman, he could not even remember his own name, his whereabouts. Simply because she was his compass, his north.
