A finger plays with the bow on my hip, my head slightly tilted, my mouth curved as if I already know how this is going to end.
Guess what? I do.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and it doesn't sound like just a compliment. It sounds... true.
Something trembles behind my breastbone.
Not now, Sloane. Focus.
I climb onto him.
No trace of shyness. No hesitation. I settle onto him, slow and precise, exactly where I feel him hard against me. The heat bounces back down, I swallow a moan.
I tilt my head back for a second, breathe. Then I don't give him any breath myself: my mouth descends onto his neck, the gloss stains him on purpose, my teeth lightly scrape.
He grips my face—thumb under my chin, decisive. He tilts me toward him.
“Angel,” he murmurs like a prayer. His eyes are glazed over. He is definitively mine.
I’m certain he will never forget me.
“Lucifer,” I smile against his mouth.
I kiss him.
Nothing polite. It’s fire against fire: his mouth opens to mine, he drinks me up as if he’d been without water for weeks. A small noise escapes me, but I try to cover it up.
I hate him for how much I like him.
He puts a hand on my waist. The lace is too thin, I feel the heat of his touch, and it enters me, possessing me. I can’t do anything but increase the tension in my hips as they move against him, slow, precise.
I keep moving on top of him, finding the exact pressure where I want him desperately, and I feel his grip tighten.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my lips.
“Mmm,” I reply, satisfied.
He grabs my ass and pulls me closer.
God… I love how he squeezes it. I was right, he knows what he’s doing. I don't understand why he was so nervous…
I bite his lower lip and feel him groan—dirty, perfect. I do it again, just to hear him react a second time.
“You like control, huh?” he whispers.
“Were you expecting a shy little angel from Heaven?” I retort, slow, venomous.
God, is he going to kill me? No.I'mgoing to killhim.
“Hands up,” he says softly.
Fuck, no,he’sgoing to killme…
I’m sure my eyes are glittering right now.
If there’s one thing I love more than being in charge, it’s the fight, or someone who knows how to take command instead of me.
I raise my arms without protesting.
