I lifted my head from my task of kissing her breasts and flashed her a wolfish grin. “Soft around you, Kitten? Never.”
I thrust my hips forward so that my erection pressed into her hip, demonstrating my point.
“Oh, youdevil.”
Her fingers entangled in my hair, clutching my head close to her bosom. For centuries, I had traveled with her. Years to immortals like us was a blink in time. But centuries were a different story, and we’d been traveling forcenturies. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when I had fallen into the frozen lake, but Lilith had been by my side for all of it. Although, it wasn’t until the Second Circle that I truly claimed her as my mate. It took me too damn long to shake my father’s planted idea that Eve was supposed to be mine.
Even after years spent in the new, reimagined lust wrapped in each other’s arms, I still felt as though I had lost time to make up for. From the beginning, I’d been so focused on making it out of Hell. But now that I had her and this new realm we’d built together, I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave.
“Are you sure you’re ready for Paradise, Lilith?”
She pulled back in my arms, her full lips pursing into a confident smile. “By the way you’ve always gone on about it, I’m going to go into it pretending it’s just another layer of Hell. Can’t be worse than the Underworld.”
“Ha. You think Abaddon is the worst being to ever live? You haven’t met my brother.”
“If he’s anything like you, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”
“Well, he isn’t,” I sniffed through a brittle smile. “And I prefer you hate him.”
She laughed, pressing up on her tiptoes to kiss the crooked bridge of my nose, then broke the kiss to run her index finger to the place where my nose had healed incorrectly after the fight with the former King of Hell.
“Sorry, but all my hatred is currently being used for Abaddon. Look what he did to you. This never set correctly, you know.”
My fingers curled around her wrist, and I kissed her knuckles, smirking against them. “Let it be. I won his crown and a queen from that fight, didn’t I?”
“Oh, please. The crown, sure. But you wanted nothing to do with me at first.”
“I wantedeverythingto do with you, Kitten.” I combed a hand through my hair, chuckling at the memory. “But I was an idiot then.”
“Stillan idiot,” she muttered through a playful smirk, stormy-gray eyes banking with a warmth that had my beast begging me to take her hot little body beneath me again. I grabbed her hips and spun her around so that her back was to my chest and her ass was pressed against my erection. I nuzzled the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder, breathing in her scent.
How I ached to transform into my true nature and take her in my celestial form. How I could make her moan for me and scream in pleasure. Sure, the size of my human endowment wasn’t exactly leaving her wanting, but oh, the things I’d do to let out my beast and let my monster rut her into oblivion. I would wrap her tight in my wings. I could glean even more of her thoughts, such as her deepest desires, the ones she couldn’t bring herself to ask for, the ones she didn’t even dare think of.
I’ll get my wings back soon.
She twisted in my arms, her eyes glittering with mischief as she wiggled her hips, teasing my cock with the valley of her firm ass cheeks. “Lucifer Morningstar, you are a ravenous beast, aren’t you?”
A guttural growl rumbled from my chest as I grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it up to slip a hand beneath. She gasped, the sound immediately sliding into a swollen pant of pleasure as I began to rub over her labia.
I nipped at the shell of her ear, cackling darkly. “With a mate like you, how could I not want to gorge myself on your dripping cunt every chance I fucking get?”
Her body gave a little shiver of anticipation, my words causing little goosebumps to erupt over her flesh. To my dismay, she pushed away from me, her cheeks stained red.
“Let’s finish packing. We’re almost done. I just have one more crate. Then we can stay here for maybe another year or so, and you can fuck me as much as you want.”
Gleaning her thoughts, I gave her a knowing smile. “Ah, so you are nervous about meeting my father. You’re trying to stall.”
Her blush deepened. “Is it working?”
My lips stretched into a wide grin as I raised my hands, palms up. “Hmm, stay here, surrounded by an endless supply of wine and fuck until Armageddon comes around, or we can go to The Silver City now where sex is forbidden, and everyone, including my dear father, will be able to scent my seed upon your flesh. I know you’ve got a wicked taste for making sexist prudes squirm from your sexuality, but that’s going to be less fun for me than it has any right to be, so if stalling here means I get to be drunk off my ass buried balls deep inside my queen’s cunt, I’m going to go with that.”
Her thick lashes fluttered, and I could practically taste the scent of her arousal curling up from her thighs. “Alright,” she murmured. “I’m going to go grab that last crate, and then we can hole up here for a little while longer.”
She made for the door leading to Lust, but I moved in front of her, blocking her exit. “Don’t be silly. I’ll grab it for you. You’ve done enough work in this pit to last the rest of eternity.”
I pressed one last kiss to her mouth, savoring her flavor. How I craved her kisses, they tasted like salt, sunshine, and sin. And when I was inside her, with her screaming my name, she tasted a little like me.
She moaned under my mouth, her breathy pants turning sharp and hot as my greedy hands curved to give her ass a possessive squeeze, hard enough to leave my fingerprints on her skin. “I’ll be right back, and you had better be naked when I get here.”
