He walked us backward, lips and teeth and tongues never ceasing, until my back crashed against the wall. Lucifer’s hand cradled my head so it landed softly, though, and Mother Mary if that didn’t make me want him more.
“I want you, myNiepozadany.”Lucifer’s hand grazed my hip like a question and the ripple of longing made my lashes flutter.
“Yes,” was the only word I could manage.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t for him to drop to his knees.
“Lucifer?” I whimpered. “What are you–”
His lips trailed a line of nips and kisses down my naked belly until he got to the waistband of my boyshorts. “I’m doing what I’ve dreamt of since you offered me your soul.” The sound of my underwear tearing sent a curse flyingpast my lips. One strong hand grasped the back of my knee and threw it over his broad shoulder before trailing back to my ass and squeezing. “I’m going to eat your pussy until the taste of you is engrained in my memory for eternity.”
Before I could answer, his mouth was on me.
Lucifer’s tongue dragged slow as sin until it circled my swollen clit and he sucked me in. His groan vibrated against my sensitive flesh and devil-dammit my knee nearly gave out. I steadied myself with my hands in his hair and his responding growl pushed me closer to the edge of oblivion.
He licked and teased, working me until I was so close I could have cried.
“I need more,” I begged, panting through each word in breathless demands. “Use your fingers. I need your fingers inside of me!”
“When I’m inside you for the first time, dearest Dany, it will not be wasted on fingers.”
“Luci!” I pleaded. He had me riding on the edge of pleasure and pain, luring me to the ledge of orgasm before dragging me back.
“As you wish,” he purred. Lucifer moved my leg from his shoulder to his waist, wrapping both around him before he stood. “Tell me you can take it.” The jingle of his belt made my pussy clench in anticipation. “Tell me you can take me, Dany,” he demanded again.
“I can,” I cried. “I can take you; all of you.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, nails digging in tight as he dragged the head of his cock from my clit to my entrance. He buried his face in the crook of my neck before sinking himself all the way to the base with one thrust.
“Fuck,” he growled between clenched teeth and pressed in harder. I was pinned between the wall and Satan himself, and it was euphoria. “Fucking perfect, Dany.”
Lucifer began to move and, though it wasn’t gentle, he moved with care, listening to whimpers I couldn’t hold back and the way my body moved against him as it sought release.
“Luci, I’m going to–”
My orgasm rocked through me like the force of a galaxy imploding. I bit his shoulder, screaming my pleasure into the fabric of his shirt as he gripped my ass and found his own.
My name was a chorus on his lips as he came, each time said with reverence as he claimed me for his own.
I looked at him; truly looked at him. Face flushed, sweat licking his brow and the beast gleaming in his emerald eyes. There was a depth there, a pool of silky water so tempting that I could lose myself in them forever. The pull I felt toward the Devil was undeniable.
I saw it then. A flash of vulnerability lurking in the shadows of sin eternal.
He didn’t say anything else. A million words passed between us, and yet I couldn’t identify a single one of them. It was almost like he was a master of reading my silence, but I couldn’t grasp a single letter of his.
Lucifer pressed into me again, drawing another gasp, and pinned me to the wall as he unbuttoned his shirt with deft fingers and slipped out of it. I didn’t understand what was happening until he pulled out and replaced his body with the shirt to help with the mess he made of me.
We walked back to my bedroom in silence, and I watched in awe as he took such care in cleaning me up.
When he was satisfied, he tucked me into my bed and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead.
“You’re not leaving are you?” I asked, and I couldn’t keep the anxiety of that idea from spreading to my expression.
“Do you want me to stay?”
I contemplated it for a half second, but there was only one right answer.
“Yes.”
Lucifer crawled into bed with me, his chest against my back and arms wrapped tightly around my torso. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Long enough that my eyelids began to flutter, fighting a battle I was too exhausted to win. When they were too heavy to hold any longer, I let them fall. Then, on the cusp of sleep, lost in the space between memory and what’s forgotten, was I brave enough to ask the question that had eaten at me since the night Lucifer brought me back from the brink of death.
