“So, what are we going to do then?”
“I told you, that’s a conversation for later. I want you to rest.”
Finished with washing my hair, he moved down to clean my chest. His touch was void of hunger, demanding nothing as he ran the loofah over my nipples and down to my navel.
Slipping my hand over the back of his neck, I pressed down to guide his lips down to mine as I arched my hips to where his hand held the loofah. “I don’t want to rest.”
“Kitten... You should sleep.” He tried to admonish me with that honied purr of his, but it only made me want him all the more.
“We’ll sleep when we’re dead,” I whispered through a sultry grin before pressing up, silencing the rest of his protests with a kiss.
My beast let out an erotic sound, and by his body’s response, I wondered if his own spirit had heard it.
He groaned against me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth. His hand released the loofah and slipped between my thighs, stroking his mark. “You know I can’t resist you when you kiss me like that.”
“Good, because we have a fuck-ton of time to make up for.”
His perfect lips curved into a smile against my own. “A ‘fuck-ton’ is right.”
13
My lips parted on a sigh as Lucifer’s index finger traced the crest marking my flesh.
“I just love touching you here,” he rasped. “Your reaction when I touch it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. And I own a strip club filled with succubi.” His tongue wetted his lower lip as his wolfish grin turned diabolical. He brought his mouth to my ear and caught the soft lobe of skin between his teeth, pulling it gently. His silken chuckle, laced with mischief, made my skin prickle with its feather-soft kiss.
His hands cupped the interior of my thighs and gently pushed them apart, spreading me wide. The warm water rushed inside me, tickling the place that was now aching to be touched.
“The scent of your arousal is so damn strong whenever I catch you thinking about my mark on your flesh.” He titled his head, his ink-black hair spilling over his eyes. His smirk was arrogant and charming all at once. “You like knowing you belong to me, don’t you? And the fact that other males can scent me on your flesh turns you on.”
Heat pooled in the devil’s smoldering gaze, and for a long second, I was completely lost in it, drowning in the amber depths of his eyes.
He lifted one hand from the water to stroke my cheek, my flesh burning under his touch. “The way your body responds to me is so damn beautiful, Jessica. Especially when I do this...”
His finger that had traced his mark lifted from the crest and found my clit, thumbing it like it belonged there this whole time.
I melted against his touch, moaning his name.
“God’s blood, woman. How I relish the way you utter my name like it’s the only prayer you know when all others utter it only to spread fear and hatred. You’re my salvation, Jessica. I will always worship you as long as you let me.”
I spread my legs wider and wiggled my hips, pressing up into his hand. “Go on then. Worship me.”
His chuckle was all gravel, wrapped in silk. “Not in the way you’re wanting, Kitten. Not just yet. You need rest.”
Pulling me to my feet, he wrapped a huge fluffy towel around me and scooped me up into his arms. As he carried me from the bathroom into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but gasp.
The bedroom was ginormous, but to call it a bedroom seemed like a stretch. It was bigger than mine and my dad’s duplex back in Seattle. In the center of the room sat a four-poster bed with a sheer white canopy fixed to the ceiling and draping around the bed.
“When you think of Hell, this isn’t really the sort of accommodations you picture.”
“It was the sort of thing we pictured back in the day. A perfect paradise for all the souls who should have made it to the Silver City but didn’t because of some stupid reason or another.”
“It’s perfect,” I murmured. He sat me on the edge of the bed, then went to the large white dresser and came back with a silk nightgown. Unraveling me from the towel, he tugged the nightgown over my head and eased me into the soft white bed that felt like damn heaven against my aching muscles.
He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside me, pulling me into the hard muscles of his body. “It’s perfect now that you’re here.”
I twisted around in his arms to come face to face with him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Can you hear my beast in my thoughts?”
His brows twitched like my question caught him unguarded. Then his eyes softened. “Sometimes.”
