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He kissed and caressed her still-throbbing center, drawing every last tremor from her quivering frame. Rising, Broderick gripped his thick shaft, dragging the velvet tip over her wet lips. He groaned deep in his chest, raw and guttural, and in a single, fluid thrust, he filled her. Davina gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, the exquisite fullness stealing her breath.

Her hands clutched his hips tight as he began to move, slow and deep, each stroke kindling her desire anew. Crawling onto the bed, Broderick cradled her close, slipping one hand beneath her to lift her hips, angling her to meet every thrust.

He buried his face against her neck, breath hot on her skin, as he rocked into her with unrelenting need. She clung to him, her fingers raking down his back as he withdrew almost entirely, his tip teasing her entrance before plunging deep once more.

Pleasure built again, fierce and consuming. She soared higher with each measured thrust, her body strung tight with anticipation. Her breath caught as she hovered on the precipice, and then—like a storm breaking over the sea—ecstasy tore through her.

Broderick shuddered above her, crying her name as he followed her into oblivion. His hips slowed, breath ragged as he pressed tender kisses over her face, her shoulders, her trembling breasts. Together they lay tangled in the afterglow, hearts thundering in a rhythm that belonged to no one but them.

Every breath he sighed against her skin sent waves of pleasure through her soul. Broderick drew back, resting on his elbows, his eyes locking with hers, the connection between them a living, burning thing. His still-rigid cock throbbed within her as hishands framed her face with reverent care. The love in his gaze poured into her spirit, cloaking her heart like warm sunlight breaking through a storm.

“I love ye, Davina,” he breathed against her lips, his voice thick. He shook his head. “Such shallow words, compared tae the depths this love reaches intae my heart. My soul belongs tae ye, my dove. We’ll be together forever.”

Davina’s eyes blurred with hot tears, the fierce swell of love choking her breath. “They are not shallow words at all, my darling,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She moaned as he rolled his hips against her, igniting a fresh cascade of sensation. Cupping his beloved face between her hands, she kissed him deeply, pouring every ounce of her heart into the press of her lips. “And I love you, my Gypsy,” she vowed.

He groaned against her cheek when she pushed her hips up to meet him, her body welcoming him with fervent need. “Och, woman,” he rasped, his voice rough silk, “my days of bein’ a Gypsy ended the moment ye struck that bargain with me.”

“Maybe. But you’ll always be my Gypsy rogue,” she teased, her voice thick with affection. She traced his full mouth with her fingertip, lingering at the corner of his lips. “And do you think you’ll ever have your fill of me?”

“Never, Blossom,” he vowed, his eyes smoldering as he kissed her—deep and thorough, a claiming of soul and body. “Not as long as I draw breath.”

Broderick’s smile curled, revealing that wicked dimple that never failed to set her heart to flight. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they surrendered to their bliss once more, their moans of pleasure weaving into the night air, a song of their eternal love carried on the wind.

THE END… or is it?