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Ian raised a trembling hand in farewell. As he rounded the bend in the road, certain he was out of sight and earshot, he released a guttural screech that left his voice raw. “That bitch!” he snarled, repeating the phrase as he pounded the pommel of his saddle until both throat and hands ached.

A child. She’d been pregnant before he left for the war.

He could have stayed behind. It would’ve been an option—especially with every other man in their households already pledged to the king’s banner.

She hadn’t even told him.

Ian clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as a deep, simmering rage coursed through him, while his eyes narrowed, locking onto the source of his anger, which blurred his vision.

If he rode without stopping at an inn or tavern, he could make the journey to Aberdeen and confront Tammus. Legally, Davina was still his wife. That meant her family’s land—and the wool business—should rightfully belong to him. With the meager coins in his pouch, he’d have to camp along the way—an indignity he hadn’t anticipated. He’d expected to return to wealth, to recognition, not a stranger’s pity and an empty legacy.

His grip tightened on the reins. That woman had ruined his life in more ways than one.

“No pain will be too great for you, Davina,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll give me everything I deserve…while I make certain you get everythingyoudeserve.”

He urged the horse forward, though kept its gait steady to conserve strength for the long ride ahead. Curses tumbled from his lips, dark promises for his soon-to-be-dead wife.

Chapter Fourteen

Standing before him, Davina raised on her tiptoes and pressed her body against his, the fullness of her breasts molded to his chest, her skin glowing like moonlight.

Broderick reveled in the heat of her, the soft, silken texture of her skin beneath his hands. Her breathing was light and shallow, her lips parted as her sapphire eyes gazed into his with a need that mirrored his own.

“Davina.” His voice, a hoarse whisper.

She sighed, her breath quivering.

Her hands roamed his body, her touch setting him aflame. Every nerve, every sense was heightened to a near-painful intensity. The scent of her—rose oil, honey, and something uniquelyher—filled his lungs, making him drunk with desire. Her hair, loose and tumbling down her back, slipped through his fingers like water.

He kissed her, hard and deep, his tongue tangling with hers as he poured every ounce of his frustration, his longing, and hisanger into the connection. Why could he not get enough of this woman?

With a growl, he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped her ass, his fingers slipping into the cleft between her thighs. As he carried her to the bed, the head of his cock teased the tight entrance of her ass moist from the juices of her cunny. He groaned, letting the length of his cock slide against her wet slit, stroking the puckered hole of her ass. Davina squirmed in his arms, pumping her hips against the rock-solid shaft, whimpering in his ear.

The world around him faded into nothingness.

There was only her.

He laid her down, his hands trembling as they traced her curves. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist—she was perfection incarnate. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she tossed her head to the side with a husky groan and rotated her hips, opening her moist petals to take his thumb into her. His lips curled into a sly grin as he pulled his hand back. She whimpered in protest, but gasped when he bent forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Fuck, this woman was intoxicating! He nibbled an eager path down her body, savoring every inch of her, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her pant.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, as her back arched beneath him, silently begging him to lick her. She writhed and called his name, breathless and wanting, and it drove him to the brink of madness.

He nestled his face into the soft, fragrant curls between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating blend of her natural scent that enveloped him in a warm, inviting embrace. Broderick dragged his tongue along her slit, and she moaned. He speared her cunnywith his tongue, driving it inside her until his mouth covered her soaking wet quim, in and out, up and down, swirling around the sensitive bud. Her thighs tightened against his cheeks as Davina rolled her hips against his face, calling his name over and over again until she shuddered through a rolling climax where he lapped up her juices.

Before she could catch her breath, he stood and eased his shaft inside, watching her face as her lips parted on a silent cry. She was tight, hot, and utterly consuming. He dropped his head back and growled, a rumbling vibration that tore through his throat. He rolled his hips, burying himself to the hilt, then slowly pulled out, leaving his swollen head inside her wet, pink lips. Another slow and deliberate thrust, he moved within her, his pace gradually building as her channel squeezed his cock until he was blind with pleasure, the tension between them becoming unbearable.

The rhythm quickened, his balls slapping against her ass as he held her thighs, her moans coaxing him to drive harder, deeper, fucking her the way he had been aching to do since that first night she left him. Their bodies moving together in perfect, frenzied harmony. His grunts and her whimpering moans filled the air, soft gasps, and pleading. His name on her lips was a prayer, a plea, and it sent shudders down his legs and threatened to buckle his knees.

He gripped her hips, pulling her harder against him as his control slipped further away. She was his,entirelyhis, and he was going to make sure she knew it.

Davina arched her back, fisting the covers of the bed, pleading for him to never stop. Her body tightened around him as she cried out his name, which pulled him over the edge with her. He staggered under the force of his orgasm as his bullocks pulledtight and he shuddered his release. He scooted her further onto the bed and collapsed against her, their bodies tangled, their breathing ragged.

For a moment, they lay together in the dreamlike haze, her fingers trailing lazily over his chest as he held her close, their bodies molding against each other. The caress of her fingertip over his abdomen lengthened his semi-hard shaft into a full erection again. She grinned, seeing his response to her. She reached down and cupped his balls and Broderick grunted. “Och, now, woman.” He was ready to take her again, just as fierce, just as consuming.

He still wanted her, still needed her, and the realization hit like a punch to the chest.

He couldn’t purge her from his soul.