Galilee was already eating him up with her eyes, from the dark curls scattered over his chest to the point where they trailed faintly down his stomach and into his jeans. Her gaze snagged on his hands as he unbuckled his belt and drew the leather out in an elongated hiss. Lucifer made a mental note of the way her breath hitched at the sound of the leather, filing it away for later. When she pulled her shirt up to her waist and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, he shook his head.
“Leave them on,” he ordered.
Gali pouted and started to slip a hand inside, stopping when he raised an eyebrow at her. “Aw, Luci. I can’t even touch myself?”
Lucifer tightened the collar inside him a little. She made him sound so welcome in her mouth. “You wanted to watch, beloved. So you watch, and you wait.”
Galilee gave in, leaving her hands where he could see them. She watched hungrily as he stood to unbutton his jeans, her eyes tracking his hands as he pushed the denim down past his hips. He felt owned, possessed, and it was a whole different flame licking around him. She made a rough, needy sound when she saw he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and Lucifer felt his dick surge with blood. He put his clothes aside neatly and turned back to her, casually stroking himself with one hand. Galilee’s eyes were fixed on his cock, on how dark and thick it was, how it jutted up and curved to the side. “You’re staring, little demon,” he said, feeling his teeth sharpen as he smiled.
She flicked her gaze up to him, and it was as aching as he felt. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “I never understood.”
Something in his chest hurt and twisted at that, something that reminded him of Heaven. Lucifer shoved it aside, then grabbed her ankle and dragged her down the bed, her shirt sliding up to show her soft belly. He bent to press a kiss to it before nudging her legs open with hisknee, his fingers still pulling along his length. “Is this what you want, Galilee?”
Her breaths were scattered and shaking. “Yes. Please, Luci.”
How had she made his name so comfortable in her mouth? His princes could be down the hall, down the stairs, outside the goddamn door, but Lucifer couldn’t find a single fuck to give, not when Galilee was underneath him, wriggling with want. Not when he could bend and seize one of her nipples with his teeth, through her shirt, and feel her arch underneath him, her hands sliding into his hair. Fire poured through him at her touch, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to feel her skin against his cock, how exquisitely that would burn him into ash. Instead, he pulled off her shirt so he could bite the skin of her lovely breasts, tug a dark nipple against his teeth and tongue, hear her cry out his name in soft, desperate gasps.
“Luci, please touch me,” she begged, and he slid his cock between her folds, over the damp silk of her sleep shorts.
“Right here?” he asked, his voice as soft as centuries of sin.
Gali whimpered and tried to lift up her hips, but Lucifer pinned her down to the bed, his thumbs digging into her flesh as he stroked along her slowly, pressing down when he got to her clit.
“Fuck!” She looked down their bodies and raked her nails along his back. “I need more, Luci, fuck.”
“I know, beloved.” He kept dragging his cock against her with steady strokes, holding her in place as he lowered his head to suck at her nipples. Gali let out a strangled cry, her hands grabbing the top of his ass as she tried to pull him in closer.
“Let me take these off,” she gasped. “Please, Luci.” The little shorts were soaked now, clinging to her intimately as his cock rubbed against them.
He let go of her hips and rolled his in response, nudging the head of his cock against her clit in short, sharp bursts. Gali sobbed with pleasure as she rubbed herself against him, moving harder and faster until herbreath began to stutter. “Oh, God,” she said, her voice cracking. “Aw, fuck, Luci, don’t stop.”
Lucifer didn’t let up. He was ablaze from the inside out, burning like a sacrifice as he gazed down at her face, lightning wrapped around his spine and at the base of his cock. Galilee was luminescent, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, about to shatter underneath him. Lucifer bent to kiss her, fucking her mouth with his forked tongue as he rode her, so chastely for a devil. She met him in equal measure, wild and violent, and he knew with a terrible finality that he wouldn’t be able to let her go, let this go. He needed her soul. He needed to keep her with him, keep her alive. He would return to dead ash without her.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he whispered into her mouth as she ground her clit against the head of his cock through clinging silk, her cries pitching higher and higher as she drew closer to a crest. “You’re doing so good, beloved.”
“Aw, fuck, Luci, I’m about to come—”
“Give it to me.” Lucifer took one of her nipples between his fingers and pinched hard, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and Galilee shattered against him, screaming his name as her body convulsed with a storm of an orgasm, surging in waves and waves as he continued to stroke his cock against her. His own desire was a blind shrieking creature inside him, choking against a tight collar. He tamped it down and held Galilee in his arms instead as her body slowed, stroking a hand down her cheek as her eyes fluttered open, her lashes wet and her pupils dilated. “I could watch you come forever,” he murmured.
She gave him a soft smile and rolled her cunt against his erection. Lucifer bit his cheek and groaned at the feel of all that soft, hot slickness.
“Make me come again,” Gali ordered, slipping her hand down between their bodies. Lucifer froze as she tugged her shorts to the side and wrapped her fingers around his cock, smearing pre-come over the tip with her thumb. It felt like electricity piercing through his cock and intohis balls, the sharpest, surest pleasure, the sweetest blood on the edge of a blade.
“Galilee,” he managed, but then she notched the head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt, and Lucifer lost the ability to speak for a quick moment. If she so much as moved, he’d sink into the roaring heat of her and lose his fucking mind, fuck all his talk of collars and leashes.
Galilee took his jaw in her hand and made him look at her. “You’re holding back too much, Lucifer.” Without breaking eye contact, she tilted her hips, and the head of his cock slid into her cunt.
Lucifer hissed out loud, fire and ecstasy already incinerating him. Gali’s breath was short and choppy, her eyes glowing.
“I want you to fuck me, Luci.” Her voice was steady, choosing him. When she moved back, his cock popped out of her cunt, and Lucifer swore in languages so old he thought he’d forgotten them. Gali rolled her hips around in a circle so her soft folds brushed and teased against him, and that was about when Lucifer snapped.
He’d always had a madness just underneath his skin, the kind of madness from existing beyond time and before the world was made. The Devil had always been a conflagration of a beast, an unchecked thing. Lucifer tore the silk shorts off Galilee’s body and wound his hand in her hair, dragging her head so far back that her throat curved up, naked and open. He bared his teeth, wicked and sharp and too many for his mouth, then sank his cock deep into her cunt with one brutal stroke. Galilee screamed his name, her cunt spasming around his cock as her body seized into another orgasm. She was so fucking tight, dripping wet from her first climax. Her fire burned him in an endless sheath, white lightning choking his balls as they pressed against her flesh with how deep he was. He could feel her flesh convulsing around his cock as he pulled it out only to thrust right back into her.
“Luci, please...” Galilee reached for him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. “Don’t stop. God,don’t stop.”
Their bodies were skin to skin, and it was an inferno next to his bones. It hurt and devoured Lucifer, and for the first time in eons, he thought he might weep for the wealth of sheerfeelingraging through him. He kissed Galilee, and his teeth nicked at her mouth, giving him just a little blood, but enough to taste armies and horizons and repentances. Galilee was fucking him back now, meeting each of his thrusts with force, until they were crashing against each other with a thousand urgent madnesses, desperate and starving and utterly inhuman. Time slipped away. Lucifer was a rage of wildfire from her touch, a whirling monument of death and lust, and when all the fine points of incandescent pleasure in his body finally began to coalesce into a blinding wave, he wound Galilee’s curls around his fist and pulled hard. Her inky eyes met his without fear, with a storm of matching want.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he said, and his voice was legion, twenty upon twenty voices echoing one another. “Nothing will happen. I swear it.”
