Free LoveThineEnemy by Virginia Cavanaugh Page A

she may not even conceive. She raised her gaze back to his. “Make love to me.”
    The muscle in his jaw ticked and she could tell he was at war with himself. He hadn’t expected her to meet his demands.
    “Are you sure about this?”
    She nodded as she moved in closer to his body, wanting his lips on hers once again. “We’re together in this,” she whispered against his mouth.
    And then he was kissing her again. She tore at his shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against her own. Material ripped and he shrugged the cloth free of his arms. Her hands covered his skin, kneading the muscle beneath.
    He tugged back on her hair and she sucked in a rushed breath as his tongue and teeth trailed down her neck and his other hand covered her breast. His thumb teased her nipple until it was hard and begging for more.
    “For the record,” he nipped her earlobe, “I fucking hate the idea of taking you with me, but damn if I’m not going to enjoy every minute of fucking you slow and deep.”
    She shivered with want and ground her pelvis against his. Her core tingled and she grew wet with anticipation. “I’m going to enjoy it too.”
    Shadeau released her hair and both of his hands worked to rid her of her jeans. Her hands trembled as she started on the buttons of his. They stripped out of their clothes in a hurry and she lay down on a sleeping bag they had spread on the floor of their tent.
    Oh how she wanted this wolf. Yes, they had a lot of issues to work through, but that would settle in time. He took slow sexy steps toward her, his erection thick and hard, bobbing slightly with each step. She licked her lips as she watched a tiny pearl of pre-cum form at its opening.
    His body was perfection. Her gaze roamed over each hard line of muscle. She wanted to nibble and taste every inch of him. When he fell to his knees in front of her, she spread her legs, inviting him in.
    He slowly ran a finger down her slit and she moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head. She lifted her hips, wanting more of the contact.
    “You’re so sexy, Jasmine.”
    She lifted her head and locked her gaze with his. “Take me.”
    He gripped his erection and rubbed the head of it against her clit. She whimpered, scooting down wanting him inside her. His husky laugh filled her ears.
    “Always so impatient.”
    She growled. “Stop teasing, Shadeau.”
    She watched as his hips thrust forward, his cock gliding into her pussy. They moaned together. The palms of his hands pressed down on the back of her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart. Jasmine rose slightly, leaning back on her elbows. She couldn’t take her gaze off where their bodies were joined. She watched each slow withdrawal and entry of his cock into her body.
    He did exactly as he promised, pushing in balls deep with agonizing, slow movements that made her mad with passion. His washboard abs rolled, contracting with each grind of his pelvis against hers. This. This is what they were good at. And she had to believe they could achieve this perfection outside of the bed as well.
    And if they couldn’t? She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about that particular what-if. Jasmine lay back, digging her fingers into his thighs as she lifted her hips against him, wanting all of him.
    “You feel so fucking good.”
    She smiled as pleasure danced through her pussy. “You too.”
    The sight of him pumping into her raised her level of arousal. Wetness rolled down her cunt across her ass. The dewy scent of their sex filled her nose and drove her wild. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed as ecstasy washed over her. She rode the waves of orgasm and loved how he growled as her cunt fisted his cock. But he didn’t stop or change speed.
    Her jaw ached with the want to mark him as her own. But she knew she couldn’t. They would never be able to make it in the enemy camp if he wore her mark. She had to resist.
    She cried out as one of his hands left her thigh and he began rubbing circles on her clit with