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“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Little Lamb.”

I shiver at the words, the way he’s holding his cock so deeply inside of me, giving me a brief moment to adjust to the size. Then, he starts to movie, and dear Lord, I’m not ready. It’s steady, rough and all-consuming to the point I can’t breathe properly.

“Lucifer,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“More,” I choke out. “Give me more.”

And fucking hell, does he oblige.

He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward. His free hand is on my hip, guiding me higher. Black dots appear in my vision when he starts ramming into me, the brutality and finality of his thrusts making me clench around him.

“You’re taking me beautifully,” he murmurs, the lower tone of his voice making me shudder. “That’s it, let me have you completely, Little Lamb.”

A moan drops from my lips and I can’t hold back the sounds that follow. Everything revolves around this man, everything that I’ve been trying to avoid, and suppress ends up being brought out of me by him.

His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides, and I gasp for air. Lucifer slams into me, my eyes widening a fraction.

“Fuck,” I rasp out, feeling the effect he has on me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and I don’t know how to behave. I want more of this, more of him, until I fucking explode from with emotion. I want him by my side forever, and thankfully, forever is what we have.

“Come for me, Little Lamb,” he commands, and my body obeys in a second. With a loud scream of his name, I clutch the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. I snap my eyes shut, coming undone for him, time and time again, until I feel him spill deeply inside of me.

“God, you’re intense,” I breathe out.

Lucifer chuckles, slowly pulling out of me, his cum dripping out. “I’m just getting started with you, Little Lamb.”

He pulls me to my feet briefly and when I stumble, he picks me up bridal style, then carries me toward the bathroom. His touch, despite being as cold as a stone, is the warmest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I curl around him while he carries me up the stairs, and I feel a twitch in my stomach. As a vampire, he has no heart beat — he’s dead. But God, right now, I’d give everything just to hear his heart beating for me.

Unfortunately, I know that some things will remain impossible to achieve.

Chapter 14

Lucifer

Yvonne’s chest moves up and down as she breathes, her eyes closed peacefully. She’s been asleep for quite some time, and I haven’t moved an inch, too scared of waking her up. She took a bath and fell asleep instantly, with her hair still wet and in her bathrobe.

Slowly, I run my fingers through her silky hair, admiring it. It smells so divine, and it’s hard to suppress the feelings that are threatening to slip out of me. She looks like an angel, her lashes touching her cheeks, it’s the first time I’m noticing that she has a small beauty mark, right on the bridge of her nose.

Fuck, this is too good to be real.

The woman who cursed me for two centuries is now asleep in bed beside me, with her walls down and full trust in me. I never knew it could feel this good; to have the same person who was sworn to end me, to have her lying next to me and to be basking in her scent.

Yvonne stirs a little and I freeze; fingers still tangled in her hair. She only inches closer to me, and I take it as an invitation to wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. She nestles into my chest, sighing softly.

I drape the blanket over her, kissing the top of her head.

What we have is utter and complete madness. The kind that will end up ruining us both.

But, I’m willing to let it.

Nothing will ever feel as fulfilling and as amazing as being next to Yvonne. At times, she scares me. She’s too powerful, and it seems like she doesn’t know how to control her powers, which could end up being catastrophic for us both.

She’s still working for the agency that hunts down vampires. Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck if she kills them all, as long as they aren’t a part of my family.

Ah, shit.