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her would feel sheer relief that he was still amongst the living; knew too that she wouldn’t be getting over her disappointment in him any time soon. She didn’t know how to reconcile those two competing emotions.
An hour later, when the heavy door to the bedroom opened and closed, Octavia didn’t bother turning around. She stared into the fire, her arms wrapped around her legs. She said nothing as he came up behind her and sighed. The silence between them was thick and repressive.
“I had thought to end it all this eve,” Angus eventually murmured, “yet we dinna even see the thing.”
Octavia didn’t react. She simply stared into the flames.
Angus took a deep breath and expelled it. “Will you not speak to me?” At her continued stony silence, he set down his sword and tried to explain. “I dinna want to take a chance with your life. ‘Tis why I—”
“Betrayed me?” Her eyes were unblinking. “Stole my possessions? Got me drunk? Underestimated my ability to fight?” She kept staring into the fire. “Any of those? All of them?”
“I wouldst never betray you!”
“You already did.” Octavia shook her head. “I can’t be married to a man who thinks me so beneath him.”
One second she was sitting in front of the fire and the next she was being made to stand up and turn around. “Dinna say that to me, wife.” His gaze was burning with intensity. “Dinna ever say that to me again.”
“You betrayed me.”
“I thought only to protect you!”
“Maybe I don’t need protected!” she shouted. “And maybe you can’t stand that fact!”
“’Tis not the way of it!”
“Then what?” Octavia’s pulse sped up. Her breathing was labored. “What is the damn way of it then?”
His teeth ground together as he tried to restrain himself from shaking her. “I canna bear the thought of you being taken from me when I’ve only just found you!”
They stood there staring at each other. Octavia’s heart wrenched at his words even though she wished it otherwise. Both of them were angry, both of their prides were smarting, and both of them were harboring deep seated fears for the other one. Their ragged breathing and accusatory stares told the story they couldn’t.
Angus grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. “Dinna ever leave me,” he ground out as he forced her closer to him. “Never.”
“Don’t ever lie to me again,” she said with equal conviction. “Ever.”
His mouth came down on hers, hard and possessive. She kissed him back as she reached for his plaid and tugged it from off his large body. Next she removed his white shirt as they angrily and hungrily continued their kiss. She could feel his muscles, his scars—everything there was to feel on his warlord’s body. He kicked off his boots, picked her up as though she weighed no more than a flower, and carried her over to the large bed.
Her pulse raced even as she broke the kiss. “Promise me, Angus,” she said between pants. “No more lying to me ever.”
He lowered her onto the bed and covered her with his massive, heavy frame. “Promise me you willna ever leave me and I’ll promise you I willna ever mislead you again.” He grabbed his hard cock by the shaft and guided the head towards her opening. His teeth gritted with the restraint it took him not to breach her. “Give me the words, wife.”
Angus reeked of volatility and desperation, but then so too did Octavia. “I promise never to leave you,” she said with ferocity. She reached up and bit his neck even as her fingers dug into his buttocks. He growled in response.
“And I promise to have only truth a’tween us,” Angus responded.
He shoved her legs further apart with possessive savagery. His breathing heavy, he looked into her eyes and plunged inside her, impaling himself to the root. She cried out at the invasion, but her body quickly accustomed to the length and width of him.
“Fuck me,” Octavia ground out. She dug her nails deeper into his buttocks. “Fuck me hard like you own me.”
“I do own you.”
Angus moaned as he gave her the merciless fuck they both wanted and needed. He plunged in and out of her in deep, fast strokes. “Your tight cunt belongs to me,” he informed her as he fucked her longer and harder, faster and deeper. “All mine.”
She arched her hips and fucked him back, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her tits jiggled in time with his thrusts, her nipples erect and sensitive. Perspiration soaked skin