“Ye’re my wife,” he snarled as though he didn’t hear her. “Ye’ll sleep in my bed. Ye’ll take my cock into yer body and grow my bairns in yer womb.” His voice was pure gravel, his breathing harsh. He still hadn’t turned to look at her. “Ye’ll resign yerself to lovin’ only me, and nae for two or three years, lass. Forever. Do ye ken?”
