“Am I not touching you right now?” he taunts, making me want to both smack him and fuck him at the same time.
“I need more than that.”
“You want to come, Hellfire?” I nod. He stops touching me, and I nearly want to cry. That’s the opposite of what I want. He leans forward, his arms wrapping around my back. He takes my bra off gingerly, the polar opposite of how he took off my dress, and licks his lips as he takes in my exposed breasts. Lucifer’s deft fingers push back all my blonde hair behind my shoulders, leaning in so that his lips are touching the shell of my ear. “Where do I start? Should I slide my fingers inside of you and feel your wetness drip down my hand? Or should I have your cunt gushing on my tongue? Or perhaps I should just sink my cock deep inside of you like I’ve wanted to from the moment we met.”
I’m panting, his words ringing in my ears. “All of it,” I say, gripping his hair and forcing him to look at me. “I want everything you’ll give me.”
He smiles, and my heart melts. I know this smile is reserved for only me, and I can’t help but smile back. He tugs my hair, and his lips finding the column of my throat, kissing, biting, and licking. I feel like I’m being toyed with in the most delicious but frustrating way. His lips are warm on my skin, and he takes his time. Nibbling my flesh and then kissing away the pain. I want his lips everywhere, against mine, on my neck, my chest, my pussy. I want to get on my knees and beg him to just never stop touching me. “Please, sir,”
I feel his body quake between my legs as his teeth drag up my throat. I make a noise of protest, and his teeth tug lightly on my ear lobe. “Not here.”
We both look over at Beelzebub’s crumpled body. I legitimately forgot his corpse was here as soon as he touched me.
“Your room or mine?” he says.
I push his hair back and know immediately where I want him to take me. “Yours.” He nods, and I’m shocked by the cool greeting of his claw as he slices off my panties, leaving me completely bare in front of him, even though he’s still wearing his suit.
He licks his lips, grabbing me by the ass and making me wrap my legs around him, my arms looping around his broad shoulders as he portals us to his bedroom.
My back meets his luxurious sheets as he eyes my body hungrily.
“Fucking beautiful.”
My body is on fire being under this powerful man’s gaze, and all the things he’s been saying has my ego growing five times its normal size—which is saying something.
He grips the back of my thighs once more and pushes them to my chest. I nearly squeak from the sudden movement, but that’s short-lived as I feel his warm tongue lick me from my entrance to my clit. I swear he growls, and his grip on my thighs feels near bruising. I welcome the feeling with open arms.
Chapter twenty-seven
Mydickstrainsagainstmy trousers as I finally taste her—my soulmate—my complete other half. Sure, I tasted her on my fingers all those years ago. But this—tasting her warm and wanting cunt while she whimpers under my touch—is exquisite.
I explore what she likes, swiping my tongue along her clit and fucking her tight and slick pussy as she moans, making her back arch off the bed.
Her hand wraps around mine on her thigh, and I decide I like that—a lot. I want Lilith’s hands on me every moment I possibly can. Too much has separated us, too many frivolous and ridiculous things have kept me away from her—from this.
I swipe my nose against her clit, and she moans. I quickly roll my tongue against the bud before wrapping my lips around the small bundle and sucking. I don’t let up, switching from sucking and licking the spot that’s making her shake.
Needing to feel her clench around me, I free one of her thighs, and it falls on my shoulder as I push two of my fingers inside of her wet, needy cunt. She’s so tight as I curl my long fingers inside of her, hitting that fleshy patch that has her legs shaking. I pick up the pace, sucking her clit and fingering her pussy.
“Lucifer. So good.” I shiver when my name falls from her lips in a moan of ecstasy. Her hand presses against the back of my head, holding me against her pussy, and I smile as I lap at her center. I need Lilith to want me, beg me, be rough with me. I need everything she’s willing to give. I know now what true desperation is as Lilith comes on my tongue, her one thigh shaking against my face and her cunt milking my fingers. Her moans are feminine and soft as she says my name while she comes.
I will never tire of the sound, and I make it my mission to hear it as many times a day as hellishly possible. I don’t stop licking her and fucking her with my fingers. She nearly screams, trying to push my head away, but I’m stronger, and frankly, I need her to come again because I don’t know how long I’ll last once I’m inside of her.
She writhes under my touch. “It’s too much, I can’t. I can’t!”
My mouth is too preoccupied with her perfect pussy to tell her she can take as much as I give her. She pants, saying my name over and over as I suck her sensitive clit.
“Oh… Oh… Yes… Lucifer.” The last time she says my name, it comes out on a sigh of contentment, and I lose all control, curling my fingers inside of her as I watch her break, giving her another orgasm. She cries out, her back fully off the bed like I’ve possessed her.
She’s panting, a sheen of sweat coating her chest as I climb up her body. Her eyes are hooded and soft as she looks up at me. Her thumb trails along my chin, collecting her wetness before she pushes it between my lips, and I taste her release on the pad of her thumb. She smiles widely at me as I look down at her. I quite like that, no drop of her should be wasted.
“You’re still dressed,” she comments.
“Undress me, then.” She tugs me down by grabbing the lapels of my jacket and kissing me so fiercely that I don’t think about anything else. My guilt, my fears, they’re all gone; the only thing I can think about is this perfect creature is unequivocally mine. Her blue eyes are like pools of the clearest water as she licks her lips. I can’t help the self-satisfaction of her tasting herself and enjoying it.
Her touch is gentle as she unbuttons my dress shirt. I like watching her throat bob as she swallows while she takes in my exposed chest. I help her by shrugging off the jacket and shirt. Her small hands explore my chest, and I hold back a shiver. Until her nails drag down, leaving pink trails behind them.
“Cheeky little demon. Are you going to be my good girl, or are you going to be my little brat tonight?”
