My jaw tightens.
“Show me,” I tell her.
She looks me in the eyes. And for half a second, I give her the choice. It’s my non-verbal way of telling her:you decide.
She grabs my chain.
She doesn't pull. She doesn't squeeze. She caresses it with her fingertips and runs them along its length.
Warm. Sure. Possessive.
“You’re tense,” she says quietly.
“Mh.”
“Nervous?”
I smile slightly. “Not at all.”
“Liar.”
Then she pulls.
I end up close to her, then she pushes me away until my legs hit the couch.
I sit down.
She remains standing.
Anddamn, the view.
The wings frame her. Her bare, muscular legs. Her curves…
I see where the red lace disappears between her thighs. A finger plays with the little bow at her hip. Head tilted, mouth curved as if she already knows how this will end.
“You’re beautiful,” it comes out spontaneously. I don’t think I’ve ever meant a compliment so deeply.
She is the definition of beautiful.
Her eyes flicker.
Then she climbs onto me.
No trace of shyness. No hesitation. She straddles me, slow, precise. All that heat right where I’m already hard.
Fuck… I’ve never been with a woman like this.
I try to stay calm. I tilt my head back to catch my breath.
But she doesn’t let me breathe. Her mouth rests on my neck. I feel the sticky gloss of her lips and her teeth gently scratching me.
I grab her face. My thumb under her chin, I tilt her toward me.
“Angel,” I murmur.
“Lucifer,” she replies.
And then I kiss her.
