Page 9 of Midnight Conquest

She was his undoing.

“Davina,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her jaw to the column of her throat. Her pulse fluttered beneath his mouth, and he lingered there, savoring the rapid beat of her heart. His incisors extended. His mouth watered. But he reined in the Hunger. Not this one. This one was worth earning her permission.

Her hands moved to his shirt, fumbling with the laces until she managed to tug it over his head. Her fingers skated over his chest, exploring the planes of muscle and the marks of battle that slashed his skin, endless conflicts with his rival clan—the Campbells.

“Let us ignore our scars tonight, lass,” he said, his voice rough, though he softened the words with a kiss to her palm.

She didn’t question him. Instead, leaned forward to press her lips to his shoulder, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat. The caress of her hair across his chest sent shivers through his torso to his limbs. Her touch was reverent, as if she were memorizing every inch of his body, and it stirred something deep within him, something foreign yet enticing.

When she reached for the ties of his breeches, he caught her hand, stilling her. “Slowly,” he whispered. “We have all night.”

Her lips curved into a shy smile, and she nodded, allowing him to guide her. He shifted, rolling her onto her back, his body hovering over hers as he took his time exploring her. His lips traced the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts. As he flicked his tongue over the stiff peak of her nipple, she arched her back with a sigh. He kissed a wet trail to her other breast to lavish his attention against the other peak. Then he explored the soft swell of her belly and nibbled at her hip. Her breath came in soft gasps, her fingers clutching his shoulders as he worshiped her with his mouth.

Unable to resist diving into her sweetness, Broderick rose from the bed and shoved his breeches to the floor. He knelt between her thighs, spreading them gently as the intoxicating scent of her desire enveloped him. A growl fluttered low in his throat, primal and hungry. Bending forward and sliding his hands beneath the curve of her hips, he set her legs over his shoulders and tilted her toward him to dip his head and feast.

His tongue traced her slick heat, slow at first—tasting, learning. Then deeper, firmer, drawing her response like a melody he alone could play.

Davina gasped, her hands flying to the headboard behind heras her back arched from the bed. Her cry echoed in the chamber, raw and unrestrained.

God’s blood, this woman was intoxicating! He lapped the sweet nectar of her cunny as she squirmed beneath his relentless pursuit to devour her. The sensation of her heels digging into his back, urging him on, caused his cock to surge with heat.

“Broderick, please!” She fisted his hair and pumped her hips.

He chuckled, a deep rumble from his chest vibrating through his mouth against her. Using his thumbs, he spread her petals wide. His tongue flicked and swirled around the precious nub until she shuddered and cried out his name once more.

Breathless and spent, Davina languished in the afterglow of her orgasm only long enough for Broderick to seize his hardened shaft and drag the swollen head along her soaking wet slit. She grunted and jerked, but her gaze locked to his. He pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance and a trace of fear darkened her eyes.

“Ye’ll naught feel but pleasure at my hands, lass. That’s a promise.”

But he hesitated, waiting for her. She dipped her head in acknowledgement.

When he finally entered her, he did so with infinite care, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She arched beneath him, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he filled her. He stilled, giving her time to adjust, and when she nodded again, he began to move, slow and gentle at first, then deeper as her body responded to his.Fuck, she was tight.

The sound of their breaths filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bed and the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Her hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as her pleasure built. As her release approached, he quickened his pace,a hard drag and thrust as his bullocks slapped against her ass. His own control slipping as he lost himself in the feel of her tight wet channel squeezing around his shaft, the scent of her, the way her body fit so perfectly against him.

A knock pounded the door, shattering the moment. Davina gasped and clung to Broderick, gaping at the door with horror in her eyes.

“If ye value yer life, ye’ll no’ knock again!” Broderick pumped twice more before Davina pushed her palms against his chest.

She shook her head, her lips trembling, and she dislodged herself from their coupling. “I… I’m sorry.”

He withdrew reluctantly, watching as she scrambled from the bed, her movements frantic. She gathered her gown and cloak, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the fabric.

“Lass, wait,” he said, sitting up.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have come.”

Before he could respond, she was gone, the door closing softly behind her.

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Broderick’s eyes snapped open. The craggy stone ceiling loomed above him, still cloaked in shadows. He lay motionless, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as he gripped his aching cock.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

His body pulsed with lingering need, the taste of the dream still thick on his tongue. In the black stillness of his lair, he blinked, trying to shake the haze of his daytime slumber.

Vamsyrians didn’t dream.

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