Page 137 of Dukes Are Forever
He was seconds away from spilling. Moments away from losing all sense of control.
His right hand tore free from her makeshift binding and Malloryn captured a fistful of her hair, lifting her away from her enthusiastic ministrations and dragging her up to meet him.
Capturing her mouth in a slow, drugging kiss, he tightened his fingers in her hair, and steadily tugged.
Adele was forced to either crawl into his lap or fall to her knees.
"Think of England," he growled as he captured a handful of silk nightgown and ass. "I swear to God you're going to be the death of me."
Then he was hauling her into his lap, pressing her thighs on either side of his. He claimed her mouth, breathing hard. Adele wound her arms around his neck with a low moan, and he ground her hips against his.
Kissing her, long and slow, he gripped both edges of her nightgown and tore it right down the middle.
"Malloryn!" A gasp.
Another jerk, and all that lovely skin was bare to his gaze, to his touch. Pushing the remnants from her shoulders, he watched as silk pooled in a mess about her waist.
Then his hands were back on her, brushing the long blonde curls over her shoulder so her breasts were no longer hidden.
It was a delight to behold.
Adele had been made for a man's gaze. She was all smooth curves and pale, creamy skin. Capturing a handful of her bottom, he lifted her toward him, his mouth clamping over the hardened nub of her nipple. Adele gasped, her fingers sliding through his hair.
"Are you wet?" he demanded, drawing back with a harsh breath.
Adele sank her teeth into her swollen lower lip as she dug her nails into his shoulders. "Yes."
"Good."
He thrust up into her, and her eyes widened. Then she was throwing her head back and sinking down on him, the hot clamp of her flesh sending him right to the edge again.
"Like this," he whispered, leaning his head back against the chair and watching as he guided her to rise and fall.
There was something to be said for letting her find her own stride.
Languid pleasure made her eyelashes flutter as she bit her lip and rode him. Adele threw her head back, her hips rolling as he found the spot inside her that made her quiver.
Blood and ashes, she was perfect.
He licked his thumb and slid it between them, finding the seat of her pleasure. Instantly, she clenched around him. Adele's fingers dug into his biceps.
He licked the sweat from her throat, teeth grazing sweet skin as she moaned.
"Malloryn!"
"What's wrong?" he purred.
Nothing was wrong. He could feel her body trembling and couldn't resist pressing his lips to the flickering vein in her throat. He held himself there, right on the edge of danger, forcing himself to control the beast inside him. It wanted blood. Wanted to claim her in every way possible. A savage, irrepressible part of himself he'd never known existed.
"Oh, God." She arched her spine. Begged him. "Auvry!"
Adele came apart in his arms, a soft cry escaping her as she clutched at his shoulders. Malloryn slowly stroked his palms up and down her spine as her heartbeat raced.
He needed the respite. He was so close to spilling it wasn't amusing.
But Adele wasn't done yet.
"How do you always managed to turn the tables on me?" she gasped.
