No. No, he was not.
"Tell me to stop." Sliding her hands between his knees, Adele pushed them wide. And then her palms were skating up the inside of his thighs, thumbs digging into the muscle there. "Tell me to go back to bed. Tell me you don't want this. Me."
It made him feel a little vulnerable, which was ridiculous.
He could read her intentions, after all.
But he'd never given himself over into another's hands.
"I want this. I want you."
Adele's wicked green eyes promised a wealth of pleasure ahead of him as she settled between his parted legs. Those deft thumbs found the firm outline of his engorged cock, and then she was stroking up the length of him, eyeing the hard length of his cock with a curiosity that made him ache.
"I had been doing a little bit of research before I realized you thought me a spy. I was planning on starting a new campaign against you. But all my knowledge is purely theoretical." Her eyes laughed at him as she found the placket on his breeches and freed the last button. "You'll allow me to indulge, I'm sure?"
"It will be my pleasure."
His cock sprang free, slapping against the hard planes of his stomach. The widening of her eyes almost made him smile. This was the Adele he was most curious about: the one who shed her untouchable exterior and revealed a softness that both intrigued and surprised him.
It was also the Adele that threatened him the most.
Because he should not be curious about her.
He should not yearn to unearth her so often.
Adele reached out and traced down the thick, veined length of him. She gripped him with curious fingers.
"Harder," he breathed, and she tightened her grip obediently.
She rewarded him with a smooth stroke, and he told her how to continue. Her fingers curled around him, her eyes a promise of ruin and sin. Up and down, until his lip curled up and he gasped through clenched teeth.
He couldn't restrain himself then. He closed his eyes and sank back into the chair, leaving her to it.
And then there was something wet and hot circling the head of his cock, the weight of her hair tickling his hip.
Malloryn looked down in shock, every ridge of his abdomen standing out in stark relief. Adele's lips were wrapped around him, all plump and pink, and he could feel the rasp of her tongue flicking up beneath the swollen head of him. Tasting that salty bead of him.
Fuck.
He tossed his head back, hands sinking into the chair. Urging her lower. Lower. Telling her to replace her hand with her mouth, until he thrust up into her throat, encouraging her to fuck his cock. Harsh, panted demands as he fought to keep his hands in place.
The heat of it hit him suddenly.
The room swam with shadows, and he realized the hunger had risen, stealing all the color from the world. Making its own pressing demands on his flesh.
"It's all right, Malloryn," Adele whispered, her warm breath stirring over his wet cock as she drew back with a low, smoky laugh. "Just close your eyes and think of England."
And then her head lowered again, her blonde curls bobbing over his lap as the heat of her suction enveloped him, clamping around his prick with devastating consequences.
A shiver of pleasure licked its way up his spine.
Fuck.
"That's enough," he rasped.
As if to defy him, her lips lingered, her tongue stroking slowly up the back of his shaft and caressing the arrow-shaped groove beneath the head of his cock.
"Adele." Part growl. Part plea.
And she bloody well laughed, her mouth vibrating around his swollen prick.
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!"