Page 58 of Trust the Fall

His hand cups my breast as he fills me to the brim.

“We will do this again tonight, and it won’t be up against a fucking wall,” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan.

He slams into me harder, and my back scrapes against the rock. The pain that follows is washed away by the pleasure of Luke’s expert moves. This has never felt so good.

Another moan that I’m sure the whole of Hell hears rushes from my lips and Luke smothers it with a kiss. My body is in flames, and I relish the burn. Every place his hands touch tingles.

“More. Faster.” I’m so close and I need the release. “Please.”

He slams into me again and again.

“I can’t hold it, Victoria.”

“Don’t stop. I’m right there with you.”

Once. Twice. Three more pumps, and he’s spilling into me.

As my own orgasm spasms through me, I collapse into his arms, and he holds me as I come down from the high. We stay like this for several minutes, both breathing heavily, neither of us wanting the moment to end.

“That was …”

“Everything,” he finishes.

A knock at the door has us both straightening.

“What in the hell is with people interrupting us?” he grumbles.

Setting me on my feet, he snaps his fingers so that I’m dressed once more. I’m back in the black leather I’d put on before leaving the loft.

“Hell clearly has its advantages,” I chuckle.

“I could have you naked just as quickly on Earth,” he grins.

Another knock. “What?” We both yell in unison.

“You two done? We have shit to do,” River grates from the other side.

At the sound of his voice, Luke’s demeanor shifts. Back is the broody Satan from earlier.

“Luke? What’s⁠—”

“Not now, love. We have plans to make. I need to claim my throne.” He places a chaste kiss to my forehead.

The door springs open and in walks Lilith. As soon as she sees us, her face turns a shade of green I thought was reserved for the witch that melts in water. I wonder if that would have the same effect on her.

A grin spreads across my face with the knowledge that she’s tuned in to exactly what just occurred in this room. The air is thick with the scent of us.

Her balled fist at her side unclenches, and I watch her flick her wrist. Instantaneously, I’m assaulted with images of her and Luke as he loses himself in her. My stomach twists and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Victoria?” Luke questions, completely oblivious to what’s transpiring.

How the heck does he constantly reach my mind, but miss Lilith playing games?

I bare my teeth, and she throws her head back in laughter.

My feet are moving before I think better of it. When I’m standing in front of Lilith, my arms dart out and push her shoulders back, throwing her into the wall.