Enemy in Love
DAPHNE
“Am I?” I whisper, looking up at him as the water rushes over me.
“You are,” he says thickly, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he steps closer.
My heart trembles in my chest as his eyes take me in, falling over me like this is his first time truly seeing me. His hands come up and fit themselves over my breasts, their touch greedy and possessive. As he steps under the spray he pushes my back against the smooth glowing stone wall where he kneels before me and presses his forehead to the front of my abdomen, his hands sliding down and stroking the sides of my waist before they close over both of my hips, holding me in place.
We stay like that for a few moments, the water beating down on us while he remains on his knees. When he finally looks up, he kisses my stomach so gently I feel a buzzing warmth unfoil beneath my skin, stretching through me like static and making me feel protected.
As Ash climbs back onto his feet, he reaches behind my legs, lifting me so that I straddle his waist and he can hold me there, his pleasure pulsing between us as he leans forward and plunges his tongue behind my lips.
His kiss is violent, sucking the breath from my lungs and plundering my mouth as he groans, pushing so deeply it’s as if he’s trying to swallow me whole. Each time he lifts his head he takes a gasp of air then dives back inside, nipping and biting my lips to gain the access he needs before he’s thieving my air once more and making me dizzy with want.
Lifting my hips up and back, he rubs his sex against my own, causing me to turn my mouth away from his and suck in a sharp breath. He speaks in a voice raw with lust, "Your place is with me, do you understand? We have already bonded in every way that counts. You are to be my queen."
“Ash,” I cry out, my hands clutching his shoulders as his mouth continues its assault on my neck, sucking viciously as he groans against my skin, marking my flesh before soothing the sting with his tongue.
I feel him adjust his grip, pushing my back harder into the wall as he pins me there, his lips sucking my earlobe between his teeth, his tongue swirling around it.
“My Daphne,” he rumbles in my ear, reaching down to push the tip of his cock between my folds.
“Yes,” I pant out, my head falling back as he feasts on my throat then plunges inside of me with a grunt of satisfaction.
He pounds me into the wall, every thrust a little more punishing, every kiss a little more breathless. When his mouth pulls away from my neck, his groan is rough and tortured. I catch sight of him as he leans back, his eyes fixing on where our bodies join together, the muscles of his arms and chest, chiseled with tension, his hips and abdominals flexing with every pump into my heat.
My back comes up off the wall as my center begins to coil with pleasure, tightening and beating with the sweet ache of release. It rushes through me, pushing my head to the side as I spasm and quake and yell. My mouth falls open in a cry of ecstasy and I flatten my palms against the stone wall to keep myself from twisting in the wrong direction.
“Ash!” I moan, as my body begins to writhe and I feel his body tensing, his cock swelling inside of me so thickly that I feel myself stretch a little more.
He crushes himself against me, pinning me to the wall with his body while he pistons inside of me, groaning as he kisses my face and his hands squeeze my rear. He explodes in a rush of liquid fire that I feel him shoot into my depths as he seals himself inside of me, his body stilling with his swollen cock pulsing in my womb.
He holds me there for a moment, his lips hunting for mine as they trek across my skin. “Promise me that you won’t forget who you belong to,” he says, “no matter what you may hear.”
I stare at him, searching the silver of his eyes for whatever fear provoked such words from his lips, but all I gain are more questions and I find myself wishing he would simply trust me enough to ask them.
“I won’t forget,” I say softly, and the relief that colors his eyes in that moment pinches at my chest. “I could never.”
His eyes shutter then he looks away, lifting me off the wall to carry me into the bedroom and gently place me on the bed. He retrieves a blanket from a gleaming silver cabinet along the wall and then drapes it around my body, pulling my hair to the outside of it so that it doesn’t give me a chill.
“The story I told you,” he says while he steps into the closet to don a clean black tunic and a pair of matching trousers, both made from some gauzy fabric that seems lighter than air. “It was mine.”
Watching him as he dresses, I nod my head, thinking back to where he left off. “I thought as much.”
He nods, searching his drawers until he pulls out yet another tunic. This one is dark gray and appears to be lined with fur on the inside. He tosses it to me then takes a seat in the armchair closest to the bed, his face grim while I stand and slip on the tunic. The shirt is too long on my arms and too low over my chest, but it’s thick and warm, and covers me down to my knees.
“I’ll have Petra fetch you something to wear for the day and then by tonight, a few items that I ordered for your new wardrobe should be ready and I’ll see that they are fetched as well.”
“You ordered a wardrobe for me?” I can’t help my surprise, I hadn’t heard him speak of such a thing as a seamstress or clothes maker in all the time since we’d arrived.
“Of course. You need clothes,” he says easily, his eyes flashing as they traipse over the low neckline of his tunic. “Although I’m starting to think I prefer you in mine.”
My cheeks burn, but I force myself to ignore it to ask the question that suddenly has hold over my mind. “Your story mentioned a mistake in which you involved yourself with your enemy. Which enemy?”
His jaw tics, but he says nothing.
“Was this enemy in love with you?”
He looks up, but still no answer.
I press him, already fearing the truth. “Tell me! Who was the female that wanted you for her own so badly that she cursed you for refusing her?”
“I think you already know,” he says flatly.
I swallow my pain. “Is that why she took my sister? Because she wants to get to you?”
“Yes.”