Page 138 of Dukes Are Forever
He laughed.
"This time I will not be thwarted," she said in a determined voice as she began to ride him again.
"Faster," he urged, fingers clamping around her hips.
Her eyes locked on his. "But you're not the one in control."
It was a devilish smile on her lips.
Taking his hands, she set them quite firmly on the arms of the chair. "Don't move," she whispered. "This is my moment. I want to bring the Duke of Malloryn to his knees."
"Think you can?"
His gaze was on hers as she rose up and down, glorying in this moment.
His fingers locked around the ends of the armchair. Oh, God. He wanted to reach for her, wanted to urge her faster. Heat flashed behind his eyelids as he threw his head back.
And then soft lips were at his throat as her hips rolled, grinding against him, clenching hard.
He broke his promise as he came, one hand lashing out and clutching at her.More. Harder. He thrust up into her, blunt teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Ecstasy pulsed through him, and he gave himself over to her, spilling deep inside her.
Panting hard, he dragged her against his chest as she wilted against him. Their heartbeats merged as Adele pressed her forehead against the crook of his throat.
A quiet moment, eased by the caress of his hand down her bare skin as they both came back down from the heavens.
She shivered, her body clenching around him, and Malloryn shifted.
Good lord. There was a smile on his lips as he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't help himself.
"What's wrong?" Adele demanded, slowly lifting her head from his shoulder as if she sensed his smile.
Malloryn shook his head.
Everything.
"You've ruined my study for me," he told her, "and now this.... How the hell am I supposed to focus on a book when all I'll be able to think of is my lady wife having her way with me in this chair?"
The smile that spread across her mouth momentarily transfixed him.
"That's precisely the point. You're not supposed to be able to focus. Come to bed," she whispered.
The urge to obey her was incredibly potent.
Then she'd be in his arms all night, whether he chose to enjoy the taste of her skin further or merely fall asleep curled around her. He was so fucking tired, his head ached at the thought. Release. Relief. A moment of respite against the harsh reality of day, a moment in her arms.
She'd give it, if he asked for it.
But there was too much to do.
There always was.
He couldn't rest until Balfour was dead.
And he couldn't afford to let himself weaken even further, for somehow Adele ignited a piece of him he'd thought long-since buried. Every kiss was a dangerous trap that beckoned him down a long, seductive road.
"Maybe later," he said, and she slipped from his lap, a flash of chagrin crossing her face. "I need to return to the safe house. Now I have proof Devoncourt was at the warehouse, I can arrest him for questioning."
"Do you want company?"
