Betrothed to the Enemy

Angela’s heart raced as he scattered sweet kisses along her chin. His hot tongue licked her earlobe before he slowly nibbled her bottom lip.
He lifted his head, his eyes locked on hers and he kissed her deeply, intensely. His warm, heady scent filled her nostrils, sending delightful vibrations fluttering deep in her belly. Angela felt no fear, no regrets when he removed her cloak. Her body responded instinctively to his touch. She arched her back and pushed her aching breasts toward him. She writhed in forbidden ecstasy as he cupped them with warm hands and circled his calloused thumbs over her sensitive nipples. He tormented, he teased, and he bent his head and licked a circle around one hard bud and then the other, drawing wet circles on her linen shift. His breath was so hot that when he lifted his head they cooled unbearably, rising to hard tight peaks.

She let out a short gasp as a warm hand ran up her leg, lifting her shift in the process. He clasped her bare bottom, easing her up onto his leather-clad thigh. She squirmed in pleasure as her legs parted and her slick, wet folds met his hard, cold knee. He took her mouth again, and as their tongues danced, he rocked her gently back and forth along his strong muscular thigh. Angela swooned at the exquisite sensations flooding her body, delighting in the forbidden heat strumming through her most intimate parts. Damien growled deep in his chest as he lifted her into his arms. He carried her across the room and lowered her onto the mat before the fire. He pulled her shift up and over her head, tossing it to the floor, and then stood back to admire her nakedness. Angela felt suddenly embarrassed and heat flooded her cheeks as Damien smiled.

“You are so beautiful, milady. I will keep this image in my mind forever,” he said as he began to remove his tunic and breeches.
Moments later, he was as naked as she was.


Damien could only stand before her motionless. His prowess with women deserted him as he absorbed her splendor. Doubt flooded his mind and he stilled like a statue. She held his gaze, her eyes filled with trust. How could he think to deflower her? Was his mind inflamed with fever? This was the first woman who had ever mattered to him. He owed her his love, not a covering like a common whore....

But when Angela’s gaze traveled down to his achingly hard cock then back up to his face, all his misgivings fled. He nearly spilled his seed as their eyes locked andher teeth closed seductively on her bottom lip.

He discovered he could not blink as she casually reached behind her head to release a cascade of hair that tumbled like black silk across the floor. Her large, ivory breasts with their enticingly erect rose-pink nipples mesmerized him. His gaze drifted across her pure white skin to her softly rounded belly. His mouth went dry as he glimpsed the stark triangle of damp, dark curls nestled between her open thighs. She was beautiful and in this moment she was his and his alone.

He was lost.

Kneeling carefully between her legs, he leaned over her, supporting himself on his forearms. He kissed a slow, wet trail up her belly to the valley between her breasts. He kissed each white mound then lazily circled his tongue around each pink bud before gently suckling one and then the other. Angela began mewing and arching her back as he continued to torment her nipples, raking them with his teeth until they stood up, deep red and erect.

“Sir Damien, please. . . it is too good. I fear I cannot stand such pleasure,” she gasped.

Damien rose above her and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Do you want me to stop, my sweet angel?” He brushed a lock of damp hair from her flushed face and tenderly kissed her neck.

Angela shook her head. “No, please continue.”

Damien chuckled and lashed his tongue across her sensitive nipples. Dear Lord, she tasted like honey, so sweet. He fought for control, desperate to ensure his lovemaking remain gentle for her first time. Consumed with lust, he longed to bury himself deep within her and ride her hard to completion. He slipped his hand down to her quivering belly and let it rest there a while before slipping his fingers between her open thighs. He felt her tense at his touch.

“Oh sweet angel,” he whispered, “relax and allow yourself to enjoy.”

She was so very wet and his fingers glistened with her moisture as he tenderly probed her folds. Slipping a finger inside, he prodded gently. So hot, so tight. He found her pearl with his thumb, and circled it slowly. He wanted so to taste her, to drink her virgin honey, to suck her swollen pearl until she screamed out his name in passion. Her small hands slid down his back and held him tightly, her breath coming in short pants. He continued swirling his fingers and suckling her tender buds until she cried out and arched against him, trembling in ecstatic completion. He muffled her cries of pleasure with a kiss. He was well pleased when she pushed her hands through his hair and returned his kiss with passion.

“I want to taste you, to feel you tremble against my mouth,” he said as he grasped her rounded bottom with both hands and lifted her soaking folds to his lips.

He felt her tense for a second before her fingers twirled in his hair and she moaned her approval. He drove his tongue deep inside, probing and swirling as she writhed in his hands. She tasted so sweet, and her nectar ran down his chin as he lapped. He found her hard pearl and sucked, holding her firmly until her whole body shuddered to conclusion.