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“In this position, you’ll have all the control,” he told me. “Understood?”
I nodded because I didn’t know what else to do. How did a woman react when a man looked at her like that? When he said words she never knew she needed to hear?
I’d already given him my trust and my body—in that order. Lucifer had nothing more to prove. Yet somehow, he continued to excavate remnants of my past and annihilate them, making them unrecognizable even to me.
He gripped his cock, using the velvet tip to spread my intimate lubrication, then aligned himself at my entrance. “Are you sore from last night?” Sincerity dripped from his tone.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Good. Now, take your time. Go slow. It’ll feel different from this angle. Fuller. Deeper.”
I eased onto his cock.
He hadn’t exaggerated.
My walls stretched, struggling to accept his size. Lucifer’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His abs seized. He moaned my name, and this time my ears caught that musical sound. Satisfaction coursed through me. If a heart could burst, mine was surely at risk.
I bit my bottom lip to hold back a grin.
The control he’d promised was intoxicating. More potent than any liquor. More euphoric than any drug.
My clit hit his public bone, and I exhaled a soft cry.
He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, and his rough knuckles left a trail of heat in their wake.
“Rock your hips,” he crooned. “Make it feel good.”
I did as he commanded—rolling, swiveling, reveling in the way we fit. I rode him in languid strokes, enjoying the prolonged burn. His body tensed, vibrating with the need for more, but he refused to allow his hips to buck. As our erotic dance continued, my orgasm built, and so did my confidence.
I squeezed his cock with all my might, then ground down as hard as I could. His nostrils flared.
I flashed him a cheeky grin. “Hey, Satan?”
“Aye, nymph,” he grunted.
“How does your pussy feel?”
Something flickered in his eyes.
He bolted upright. His fingers shoved through my hair and his mouth crushed against mine. I returned his claiming kiss with an urgency that matched his, swallowing the sounds of appreciation from his lips.
“She feels like fucking heaven,” he growled. “She feels like fucking mine.”
His release barreled into me, setting off my own orgasm. Before I came down from my high, Lucifer rolled us over the bed. He hovered, his cock still hard and still buried inside me.
“Fuck. You’re mine,” he told me. His eyes turned to liquid emeralds, but his tone could have shattered a bullet. “You’re mine, Willa.”
“I know, Lucifer,” I breathed, pressing my palm to his cheek. “I want to be yours.”
In the possession of the devil, I’d found deliverance. Emancipation from past deeds I’d committed and past sins committed against me.
But an unfulfilled contract still existed, and it kept the dark part of my soul enslaved.
And worse, what I did next could undo everything.
Willa
A woodsy scent filled my nose and an earthy flavor hit my tongue.
