Galilee simply nodded and dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs, breaking the skin as she urged him along. His blood trickled down and dripped on the sheets.
“Out loud,” he ordered, and the legion of his voice repeated it through the room as his balls slapped against her, as she fucked her cunt on his cock.
“Yes, Luci.” Her voice was hoarse, but then Galilee smiled, and it was like a knife had carved her face open with unholy delight. She clenched her cunt around his cock with more force than he’d thought possible, and her voice was a snake, sinuous and damning. “You gonna fill me up, baby?”
Lucifer gave a strangled roar and managed one, two more strokes before the lightning tore him apart and the fire took his spine in one yawning breath of agony. He wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed as deep as he could go, her words tearing at his mind. He was hers, hers,hers. Galilee slid a hand between them so she could rub her clit, andthen she was coming, her cunt milking his cock as she made sweet little sounds in his ear. Lucifer pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again, and Galilee cried out as her climax rolled on and on. Finally she clutched at him and whispered hoarsely. “Enough, baby.”
He shuddered and stopped moving. “I love when you call me that.”
Galilee chuckled as he dropped his head on her shoulder. She kissed his temple as sanity crept back to him slowly, and Lucifer lowered his head to kiss the salty skin above her collarbone.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked. His voice was singular again, thank fuck.
“Not at all.”
“Mm.”
His cock was still inside her, and he gave an experimental stroke. Galilee moaned and dragged in a surprised breath. “How are you still hard?”
Lucifer smiled against her skin. “I could claim it’s a perk of fucking the Devil, but honestly, Galilee, even humans can do that.” He gave her cunt another stroke and grinned at the pleasure that unfurled over her face. She was so fucking beautiful. “Give me one more orgasm, beloved.”
Gali whimpered even as she writhed on his cock. “I don’t know if I can.”
He stopped moving and raised an eyebrow. “Want me to stop?”
She glared at him, and Lucifer laughed, rolling them to the side. He lifted one of her legs over his arm as he continued to fuck her slowly. Galilee’s hair was sprawled over his pillows and falling into her face, her mouth parted and her eyes heavy as she let the pleasure build up yet again. She smiled up at him, and Lucifer slid a thumb into her mouth. She immediately sucked on it, and the sight of her lips wrapped around him nearly killed him. Gali caught his thumb between her teeth and grinned.
“You know, you’re fucking me in your own come,” she pointed out conversationally.
Lucifer reached down and started playing with her clit. Everythingwas wet and slick and slippery down there. “It’s useful, though, isn’t it?” he replied, but Gali was rocking against his hand and cock, her eyes fluttering shut. The Devil stared at her in awe as he kept fucking her. He hadn’t been joking when he’d told her he could do this forever—watch her face fall open for him; feel the scorching hold of her cunt, the way it seized around him; hear the sounds she made once he stroked her clit just the way he’d already learned she liked it, the way she cried out his fucking name like they already belonged together. He kissed her as she came down from the orgasm, petted her hair, and held her tightly as her body trembled in aftershocks. She caught her breath when he finally pulled out, and she was lying naked in his sheets when he got up to grab a warm towel from his bathroom. The banging on the door started as Lucifer was gently wiping her off, reveling in the expanses of her freckled skin.
“Go away,” he called out, not looking up or away from her. She felt so goddamn holy, he could barely think straight.
“Who is it?” Galilee whispered.
Lucifer shrugged. “Probably one of the princes complaining about the very indiscreet sounds we’ve been making.” Galilee blushed, and he winked at her. “Don’t worry. It’s none of their business.”
He wanted them to leave him alone. His deadline wasn’t up yet, and she was looking at him like he was something worth gentleness.
The banging continued, and Galilee sat up on her elbows. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
Lucifer took a deep breath and was just turning to yell at the door when it crashed open, swinging violently and slamming against the wall, rattling on its hinges.
Leviathan strode in, his mouth tight with anger, his sword swinging bare at his hip. Galilee gasped, grabbing for a sheet to cover up, and Lucifer saw red, a bright oxygenated-blood red. Before he could control it, he was slipping out of form. His wings screamed out, all six of them, wrapping around him and Gali, shielding her from Levi’s sight.He could feel wheels trying to burst out of his eyes, but he forced them back and twisted his head to face Levi.
“GET. OUT.”
All twenty upon twenty of his voices thundered through the room, promising pain and generous suffering with each echo. Lucifer had no idea what his eyes were doing, but whatever it was, it was enough to drive the color from Levi’s face and force his gaze down.
“Pardon me,” Levi replied. He took a sharp step back and closed the door behind him.
Lucifer waited a few moments and tried to let some calm wash over him before he looked back at Galilee. She frowned but seemed comfortable enough lying in the enclosure of his wings. For a moment, Lucifer simply drank in the sight of her body next to the black feathers.
“Who was that?” she asked.
He pulled back his wings and sighed, letting himself fall on the bed beside her. “That was Leviathan,” he said. “He’s the prince of Hell who wants to kill you.”
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