“That’s impossible,” she breathed, shivering beneath my touch.
I chuckled, my hand trailing to brush her lips. The beast inside me purred when they softened beneath my touch, and a different sort of monster came to life in my Armani slacks, hardening. “As impossible as you pressed beneath me? Your pussy weeping for the devil like it’s never known pleasure from a human’s cock?”
It was true how wet she was for me. I could scent the way her body begged for me to take her.
She bit her bottom lip, conflict raging in her stormy gaze.
“This is insane.”
“Oh, Kitten, you have no idea.” I couldn’t resist any longer. My inner celestial was howling to taste her again, and who was I to deny him of his mate? I dropped my lips to hers, claiming her mouth as mine, as it’s always been mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Jess
The devil’s mouth came crashing down over mine in a hot and bruising kiss. I could barely breathe against his crushing grip, yet in his embrace, I would happily drown in his savage affection.
Holy Mother of God, did the devil know how to kiss.
His lips on mine were more than an act of passion. His kiss was a dark pledge of what was in store for us. It shook me to my very core, leaving me panting against him.
“Blood and feathers, you taste divine.” There was that growl again, low and guttural. Almost predatorial. It sunk straight through me, right down to my hot, needy core.
He had to be fucking with me. This whole night he was fucking with me, making me second guess who I was. One thing was for sure, he’d never “claimed” me before. I had a lot of one-night stands under my belt, especially during my undergrad days, and still, I would have remembered a devilishly delicious specimen like Lucifer Morningstar gracing my bed. But hey, I’d play along in the fantasy if it meant relieving myself of the damn voice in my head screaming at me to let him own me for the night.
Having a lover who read minds had to come with its benefits. So far, all I’d experienced was the negatives. Like him being right on the money about calling my bullshit reasons for being here.
I could lie to myself about being selfless and doing all this for my dad. But Lucifer read me like a damn book. I wanted him so bad my body was a hot, aching tangle of need. I didn’t have the strength to resist the devil’s temptation.
I couldn’t stop imagining his hands on me, possessive and greedy, doing all sorts of wicked things a devil his age might know how to do. He’d been peeking inside my mind on and off all night and knowing he could catch snippets of my impure fantasies starring him and that Armani suit on the floor was a fun, if not dangerous, game to plan.
But Reckless Jess was ready to play a different kind of game. A game where I was the toy.
Touch me,I told him in my mind, my insides knotting from the blistering arousal beginning to make my body burn with need.
His breath hitched against my lips, and he nipped at my lip before pulling away to look at me with those gleaming eyes of gold.
“Ask me out loud,” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. My pulse ricocheted off his fingers when they brushed against the tender flesh of my throat. “Picture what it is you want me to do to you, and then ask me very nicely.” His lips curved on one side, a diabolical grin. “And I’ll consider indulging you, Kitten.”
God damn… I closed my eyes. Was I really about to do this?
Yes!Reckless Jessica screamed in my mind, the horny slut.
I envisioned myself just like he has me now, with my back against the wall, only I imagined his hand sliding down from my neck to the slit in my dress, then his hand slipping inside to caress the wet mess he caused between my thighs.
“Very good, Kitten. Now, tell me out loud what it is you want me to do.”
“I–I want—” My voice quivered with anticipation. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” he demanded, the single word burning me up.
“My…” I swallowed hard. “My pussy.”
“Aw, so my little Kitten wants to be petted.” Just like I imagined in my head, his fingers caressed my side, skimmed over my waist, and curved around my thigh through the slit in my dress.
His touch was fire, invoking the most delicious fever on my skin.
“Open your eyes, Kitten.” My eyelids fluttered open at his cool command, and I practically melted beneath the heat of his molten gaze, seeing him standing over me. I inhaled, breathing in his spicy, masculine scent. Just like all the decadent food, it was nostalgic for reasons I couldn’t name.
