“But I can see how much you’re glistening. You’re soaked. How?” The Devil rubbed his face against my clit, ripping a moan out of me. “You let your enemy touch you,” he said wondrously.
“Mm, I think you should watch me come, knowing you can’t get relief yourself.” I bucked my pussy into his face.
The words spurred him forward. He pinned my thighs back and ran his tongue up my folds once. Stars danced across my vision.
“I want you to come,” he murmured before spearing my opening with his tongue. The tongue stretched into me, far longer than it should be. My walls clenched around the sudden intrusion, and it felt so freaking good. I propped myself on one elbow, then used my free hand to grab a horn.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, thrusting against the retreating tongue. “How long is your tongue?”
“I need you to tell me when you’re coming. I might touch you, but I can’t feel you, and I’ll be too busy between your legs to study your reaction.”
My stomach spasmed with a wave of heat as his tongue thrust into me again. He rolled his thumb against my clit as his tongue wiggled against my inner walls. It drove me absolutely wild. I’d felt nothing like it before.
My legs shook as a tsunami built inside me. I could hardly keep my hold on his horn steady. My body twitched and bucked into him. My walls were clenching and clinging desperately to the odd, spindly tongue.
“Oh, please, oh, please,” I whined as I felt the first quake. “Please don’t stop.”
Then I came, thrashing against the Devil’s face. An explosion of ecstasy overcame me. I sagged backward, body bowing as the orgasm continued. My pussy kept clenching, prolonging the wondrous sensation until it was too much. My body became oversensitive, and every thrust of the Devil’s tongue sent shudders through me.
“Too much.” I tried to climb up the bed away from him, but he continued his firm grip on me. He removed his tongue and flicked it across my swollen clit. I cried out, then lost any sense of reason when he buried two thick fingers inside me. I detonated like a bomb. The second orgasm flew into me, melting my soul.
I sagged against the bed, twitching as he removed his digits, then inhaled me right at my opening.
As he rose above me, he stretched my legs out against his stomach and chest. My heart tightened when he closed his eyesand kissed the edge of my ankle. Before my lungs decided to cease working, I said, “You touch me like you can feel me.”
He jerked, eyes shooting open before they narrowed on mine. “And you come like you actually desire me.” My legs smacked against the mattress when he moved off the bed to get away from me.
With my desire sated, what I had allowed the Devil to do sank in. He might have asked me to strip and bathe in front of him, but I started it. I wanted his touch and would have taken more if it had been possible.
My cheeks felt hot as the Dark One looked at me in disdain. My chest felt like a razor blade was stuck there. I sat up, squeezing my legs together, suddenly so conscious of my nudity.
His jaws clenched before he asked, “Do you think seducing me will change anything?”
I had been teasing him, but then it became about my pleasure. Both reasons were horrible when the other person couldn’t get something in return. But the Devil kept me captive. I owed him nothing, especially when he assumed I was trying to seduce him. “I lost my head for a moment. I wasn’t thinking about you, just me, when I felt good. Do you want me to explain how good it felt since you no longer know?”
“Let me remind you again. I have inner sensations.” He smacked his chest. “I still know what’s going on inside, but it’s all trapped. I can’t feel your skin or how much you tightened when you came on my tongue, but you burn me from the inside out with no way to relieve it. Be thankful I can’t unleash this pent-up aggression on you because if I could, I would show you the consequences of tricking me.”
I felt my nose scrunch. “Tricking you?”
“It’s not possible for you to desire me. You’re doing this knowing I can’t fuck you.”
He saw how much my pussy dripped. Who else could have caused that but him?
“Nothing will change. Try all you want, but your fate won’t change,” he said, hurting me more.
My heart felt like it was lurching out of my chest. His words were a painful reminder of the truth.
I sighed. “You’re right. How could I feel any desire for someone determined to watch me fade away?”
I felt painful pricks in my eyes and refused to blink for fear of showing emotion. It meant nothing to be attracted to him. But it left me feeling raw and exposed, nonetheless. It was so absurd that the Devil didn’t believe it even when he pulled two orgasms out of me easily. And he had no sense of touch to lead him!
And to make matters worse, all I called him was the Devil. In the stories, I knew he had a name he went by in Heaven, before he fell, but what did it matter? It seemed crucial to know him by anything else after what he did to my body.
“Are you so disgusted by what’s happened that you’re going to cry now?” he asked, voice oddly subdued.
“I can tell you’re about to.”
I dragged the sheet over my body. “Tell me your name. Is it Lucifer?”
