Page 55 of Dukes Are Forever
Adele grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged his mouth back to hers. Her other hand darted between them, finding the firm press of his erection. Buttons.... More wretched buttons. She tore them loose, and then her palm was curling around velvet-sheathed steel.
Malloryn groaned into her mouth, thrusting into her palm. Sharp teeth bit her lower lip, as if to prove she wasn't wholly in control here, but he let her learn him. Let her circle the swollen, heated head of his erection with her thumb, just as Lena had directed.
The soft touch of his own fingers had slowed.
Adele's heart soared. Not so in control. Not now.
Then he was pressing forward, the firm head of his erection nudging against her slickness. A thrill shot through her; a luscious little mix of nervousness and desire.Yes. She threw her head back as teeth raked down her throat, sending sensation slicing through her.
The tip of him breached her. Then he withdrew. Used his cock to rub exactly where she needed it. A tease. The whole damned thing was a tease.
Adele bit her bruised lip, her hips begging him for more.
"Please," she whispered, exulting in his lack of composure.
Malloryn eased inside her again, and this time he wasn't drawing back. Adele clung to the remnants of his shirt, fighting the instinct to tense. She'd felt his length and size and for a second wondered how on earth she was to manage this....
And then he surged to the hilt, a harsh breath escaping him.
Finally a wife in more than name.
It wasn't precisely painful.
No, it was the strangest, fullest sensation she didn't think she'd ever be able to describe. Adele sank her teeth into her own lip as he rocked against her, a ricochet of heat and pleasure spearing through her.
Dark eyes met hers as he looked up. The blackness of the craving swept through his irises, stealing away the stormy gray. There was only hunger there now. A desire to claim.
"Are you all right?" he clearly forced himself to say, the muscle in his jaw locking tight.
Adele pressed her lips there, her lashes fluttering half-shut over her eyes as she caressed his face. "I thought you promised me ruination? Don't stop now."
The next thrust caught her almost by surprise.
Malloryn lifted his face to the ceiling, as if trying to fight his darkest impulses. Every muscle in his throat stood out in stark relief, his shirt torn open, revealing the reddened marks she'd left on his skin.
Gently she lured his mouth to hers with small kisses painted across his throat and jaw. Every inch of his body was tight with restraint, and she shivered restlessly as she clenched her hips around his, riding him through the next thrust. And then the next.
There. The little quiver in his jaw.
A breath escaped her as he worked her harder, his hips flexing sleekly even as his mouth opened over hers.
Kissing him like this felt like all of her was melting. No more finesse. She felt the muscles beneath her hands quiver as he pumped his body into hers, crushing her shoved-up skirts between them.
Malloryn hauled her chest to chest, his mouth hot and frantic. Corset straining around her heaving ribs, she slid a hand to his nape as she bit at him, and sucked and licked.
He'd lied.
I will never kiss you, Adele,whispered through her head as the duke's tongue tangled with hers.
I will never make you my wife in truth.
But here he was, thrusting inside her with brutal intensity as she gasped and moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
And I will never love you.
It was that last one that challenged her.
Nothing she'd ever learned in her flesh rights lessons had prepared her for this.
