I pull back, but she doesn’t let me, holding tight against my shoulders. I don’t resist, not wanting to pull out of her, not wanting this moment to end.
Mortals spend all of their short, miserable lives searching for what they think Heaven will bring them. But I know if they got to experience even a fraction of what I just had, they would know utopia isn’t in the clouds but inside of a beautiful woman who means more than any world ever created.
I try pulling back again to look at her, and she smiles at me. I love when she smiles. I’ve never felt more like a pathetic sap in my life than I do at this moment, but I couldn’t care less.
“Bath?” I ask, and she nods her head. I’m up on my knees, pulling out of her when she winces. She goes to put her legs down, but I hold them up and watch in awe as my cum drips out of her beautiful cunt, pooling against the stark black sheets.
“Seriously?” she asks, rolling her eyes, but a playful smile is still on her face.
“Seriously. Have you seen how perfect you are when my cum is dripping out of you?”
She blushes, shaking her head. I let her put her legs down, and I enjoy watching her walk to the bathroom with a mix of me and her running down her thighs. I turn on the faucet and throw in one of the bags she likes. The water fills quickly, and the scent of lavender wafts around the small bathroom.
“I didn’t think the Devil would be a bath bomb type of guy.”
“It’s not a bath bomb.” I roll my eyes hating and loving when she calls me the Devil. Especially after what just happened between us. It’s not a word she uses in contempt anymore. She knows who I am and accepts it, my darkness and all.
“It sure seems bath-bombish.”
“Just get your ass in,” I retort. Standing in the tub and holding out my hand. She accepts it and steps in, moaning as her skin hits the warm water.
I sit first, my long limbs taking up most of the tub as she sits in front of me, her back pressed against my chest.
“This is much better than the last time I was in your tub,” she says, and I have to conceal my anger. Their deaths were far too humane. I wish I could have drawn it out, made them suffer, but we were under a time crunch.
“I like you here,” I say instead of talking about the way I could have desecrated her attacker’s bodies.
“I like being here too.”
“I know.”
“You knew I was lying about what I needed to stay in Hell, so why didn’t you say anything?”
“And deny you the things you want?” I question, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing the back of my head against the tub.
“I’m gonna warn you now, you can’t just stop spoiling me now that we’ve fucked.”
I laugh and shake my head, squeezing her side and making her jump slightly in the tub. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“So what now?”
“I’m hoping you’d like to stay in my room with me,” I say. Maybe I come across as needy, but I don’t really give a fuck. It’s been too long since I haven’t been denied this, and I don’t really care to waste any more time apart.
“Only if my cat can come too.”
I take a deep inhale. “Fine, but not on the bed.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, shaking her head and leaning closer to my chest.
We stay like that for a while, just letting the warm water soothe our muscles until I scrub off a fleck of blood that was in her hair.
“Do you feel satisfied?”
She laughs. “Yes, after three orgasms, I feel satisfied.”
I shake my head and sigh. “No, with Beelzebub.”
She sinks a little more into the water, gliding against my half-mast cock. “I’m not sure I’ll truly ever feel vindicated when it comes to Diana. But knowing that he’s going to suffer for a long time and that you took care of those angels does make me feel better. Like I can move on.” She turns, her legs bracketing my waist as she cups my face. “I think I’m ready for forever now, I’m ready to be me.”
