“And when I release into the back of your throat, you’ll suck harder, yes?”
She nodded, arching up on her elbows as he knelt over her face.
“Good. Now suck my cock, Nadia.”
Who knew being ordered to perform sexual acts on the Devil was her kink?
Apparently, he did, as he fisted her hair in his hand and jerked her up to meet him, because he laughed at her needy whimper.
She performed as he instructed, and he came as described, making her wetter still. With no warning, he pumped his fingers into her—hard—giving her a sample of the beating he intended to give her vagina.
But she was beyond ready for him.
It seemed like only a minute or two before he was impossibly hard again.
Without asking permission, he flipped her over on her hands and knees. He didn’t immediately mount her, and instead, slowed his play, caressing and exploring every inch of her. Luc drove her mad, and she pressed back against him with a sob.
“Tell me what you want, pet,” he ordered seductively. “What is it you wish me to do to you?”
“Fuck me, Luc.”
“Lucifer,” he said.
“Lucifer. Fuck me, Lucifer.”
His body covered hers as his strong arm embraced her hips.
She had to give the Devil his due. The moment he entered her, he fulfilled all her fantasies. And with each agonizingly slow thrust, he pushed her to her limits, building on her raging desire until she was mindlessly chanting his name, begging for what only he could provide.
Picking up speed, he returned her passion with urgency and assuredness. Rocking her so hard, they moved with every thrust.
“Come for me, Nadia,” he panted as he slammed into her. She contracted around him, squeezing until he moaned. “Come… for… me!”
Her cries echoed around the chamber, followed by his.
With one final push, he cried out her name, and joy exploded in her chest.
27
Voices echoed to them from the corridor, and Lucifer sighed. He’d been enjoying holding Nadia without urgency. But the others would arrive soon, and it was preferable they didn’t find them in flagrante delicto.
“Best make yourself presentable, pet,” he murmured as he delivered a kiss to her temple. “We are about to have company.”
“Bastards,” she complained, causing him to grin.
“One would think you’d be a little nicer after three orgasms.”
“One would think I’d be floating on clouds, but all I want to do is sleep.”
“Get dressed, and I can grant your wish.”
She shot up so fast her head connected with his chin. “Excuse me?”
“I can put you to sleep, if that is your wish.”
“How?” Nadia demanded.
“It’s a bit complicated in technical terms, but essentially, I speed up the brain’s production of the hormones to promote sleep.”
