How was he going to help my dad?
Could the devil really cure cancer?
Why was he so interested in me, of all people?
But instead of asking any of them, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in a ruinous kiss to seal the deal.
His lips tasted like nothing I could have ever imagined. The tart had been literally out of this world delicious, but his mouth was the real decadent delicacy. His kiss was a heady cocktail of the most wicked ingredients; a dash of damnation and a whole fuck-ton of sin.
Yet somehow pressed up against the impeccable body of this forsaken angel, sharing the most unholy of kisses, I found a dark paradise that almost felt like…
I couldn’t even finish the thought.
It scared me.
Because how could the devil feel like—
“You feel like home, Jessica,” Lucifer breathed against my lips, finishing the thought I was too afraid to think, let alone say.
Home.What a dangerous notion around a man like him. If he could even be called that. He was all hot-blooded male, taut muscles, and soul-stealing eyes. He was the son of God and not the good one.
If any other man had said that I felt like “home,” on a date, I’d be running for the hills. But Lucifer wasn’t any other man, and this wasn’t exactly what I’d call a date.
It felt like a reunion.
Which was impossible.
But regardless of what the logical part of my brain told me, he’s a stranger and a dangerous one. I should be against making any kind of deal with him, especially a deal that involved body parts. But in his hands, my body was putty, and oh God, did it feel right. Maybe it was the wine from Limbo talking here, but it felt almost…familiar.
I sank into him with a sigh, melting against the hard heat of his muscular chest. His lips moved slow and languid against mine, savoring each second of the connection. I didn’t want it to end. I wasn’t just enjoying my kiss with the prince of darkness. I was reveling in it.
His gentle touches turned greedy. He nipped at my bottom lip and growled in pleasure as he consumed my breathy gasp of surprise. His hands slid from my cheeks to hold the back of my head, fingers knotting possessively in my hair.
It quickly turned from a sweet kiss to ravenous consumption. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, swirling, tasting, staking claim over the cavity in its conquest to consume and conquer.
I moaned into him, my cheeks burning red in a heady mix of embarrassment and desire.
At this rate, the kiss was heading in a very dangerous direction.
Reckless Jessica was all on board, and at that precise moment, she seemed to have the reins over my pussy because my thighs were soaking. From just a kiss.
No, it was more than that.
Tonight I might have damned my soul, but in Lucifer’s arms, it felt like I had found salvation.
Chapter Twelve
Lucifer
She tasted just like how I remembered.
Like clean, sun-warmed skin. Which didn’t make much sense when she was a native demon of the Underworld, where there was no sun. She was always meant for the light. She was always meant for me, the light bringer. Of all my names, I never understood that one until I met her.
Oh, sweet Lilith.
Up until now, I couldn’t be sure it was her, but as soon as I tasted her, my beast came roaring to life inside me, just as it did the day I fell from Paradise and landed in the Ninth Circle.
At the time, I had been ignorant, wallowing in my own misery and intent on crawling my way out of Hell to find my true mate so that I could get my wings back. That was when I had believed Eve to be my true mate. My beast didn’t roar for her like it did for Lilith, but when God tells you Eve is the woman for you, put there to test your will and your piety, you fucking believe him.
