Mated To An Enemy

“There you are,” Ashleigh smiled warmly as Caleb shut the door behind him.

He returned her smile and moved to where she sat in the armchair. He leaned forward, kissing the top of her head.

“Were you worried about me?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, looking up at him with an affectionate gaze. “I knew where you were.”

Caleb raised his brows and then narrowed his eyes. He squat down with his arms crossed and resting on her chair.

“Do you now?” he asked. “Ashleigh, my love, have you been keeping tabs on me?”

Ashleigh bit her lower lip and grinned. She leaned toward him.

“Why?” she asked. “Caleb, my love, have you been trying to hide from me?”

They locked their eyes on each other, a small battle of wills to see who would look away first.

It was Ashleigh that laughed as Caleb kept firm to his steely gaze.

Once she cracked, Caleb also let out a chuckle and stood back up.

He turned away, heading toward the bathroom. He pulled off his shirt, giving Ashleigh a view of his solid back.

“I’m going to grab a shower,” he said.

But as the words left his lips, he felt her soft, warm hands already moving along his skin.

Caleb released a soft moan and took a deep breath through his nose as a simple touch from her hand set his nerves aflame.

Her thumbs pressed into the firm flesh around his spine. Moving her hands up, she pressed harder into his tight muscles.

“Mmmm…” Caleb moaned.

As Ashleigh’s hands grazed his shoulders, rising over the crest and falling down along his chest, Caleb licked his lips and took deep breaths. His body was already reacting to her. His undying hunger for her was stirring.

“Ash…” he whispered.

“Hmm?” she replied, pressing her lips to his back.

The vibration sent shivers down his spine and a jolt into his lower regions.

Caleb reached his hand out to the door frame to steady himself.

Ashleigh’s hands trailed down his chest and over the molded ridges of his stomach, tracing between the dips and curves as she moved further down his body. Her tongue ran gently along his spine, tasting the saltiness of his dried sweat.

As she moved her body, pressing her breasts against his back, Caleb groaned, realizing for the first time that she had already managed to remove her shirt and bra. Her hardened nipples nudged against him.

Caleb took a deep breath. He turned around, tangling a handful of her honey-blonde locks between his fingers as he tugged and forced her chin toward him. He leaned forward and kissed her hungrily.

Ashleigh did not hesitate to return his kiss. She draped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around his waist.

With a starving growl against her mouth, Caleb reached down and supported her weight with his hand as he carried her back to the bed.

He lifted his knee onto the mattress and gently laid her down, never pulling his mouth from hers.

Ashleigh felt his hunger, his need, matching her own. She was ready for him to take her vigorously.

But he didn’t.

Caleb laid her down and pulled away from her lips. His mouth moved down her jawline. His hands laid feather-light touches against her arms.

He trailed kisses along her throat. Nuzzling against the crook of her neck, one hand began gently fondling her breast.

Ashleigh was surprised by the way he was handling her. Every part felt beautiful, but it was so different from how he usually liked to touch her, how they usually wanted to touch each other.

His thumb against her nipple drew her thoughts back to the moment. She took a deep breath as he stirred the growing need.

Caleb kissed down between her breasts slowly, teasingly. He ran his tongue over her skin, tasting every part of her.

His hand moved away from her breast, but his mouth replaced it. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, and she gasped at the sensation. He sucked and nipped until she let soft gasps and moans, and she felt like she was going crazy with her desire for him.

Still teasing her breast, he removed her shorts and panties.

She was surprised when she felt his tip gliding against her slit. She hadn’t even realized when he removed his own pants.

Ashleigh let out another moan as she bit down on her lower lip.

He pushed into her, slowly, just a little.

“Mmm…” Ashleigh moaned, raising her hips, wanting him deeper.

“Wait…” he whispered against her breast.

He moved again, agonizingly slow.

Ashleigh gripped the bedsheets below her. It was torture. Delicious, excruciatingly euphoric torture. Her need grew and grew with every little bit of him that slowly filled her.

This slow stillness was almost as stimulating as when he would thrust into her with reckless abandon. Honestly, she didn’t know which felt better, only that she was being driven wild by this man that captivated her.

Caleb continued teasing her nipple as he finally sheathed himself entirely inside her.

Ashleigh breathed heavily; her head pressed back into the mattress. She waited for him to start moving. But he didn’t.

She looked up at him just as he let go of her breast and pulled his mouth away, and their eyes met.

Ashleigh was once more surprised. His eyes held the deep affection she knew was for her alone, but not the hunger, not the wild look she was so used to seeing in him.

“Caleb…?” she whispered.

He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, and he kissed and licked gently around her mark. Ashleigh moaned. Even without thrusting, he was deep inside of her, and the feeling of him against her walls was intense.

His tongue flicked over her mark, and she gasped. Caleb let out a soft groan as she tightened around him.

Allowing a shuddering breath to escape her, Ashleigh was shocked by how close she already felt to her release. If he would just move, she could reach it. She began to ro