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He really is giving me all of him. The real him.
He’s fucking gorgeous, even in this state. Muscular, chiseled, breathtaking. I can’t believe this is making me wetter, but it is.
The way he fucks me in his true form only serves to prove to me that he’s been holding back before. One hand grips my breast through my dress, the other stabilizes my hips, and he pounds into me so hard that the Mercedes rocks beneath me. It’s rougher, faster, and deeper than ever. Our moans tangle together in the air. All the while, I haven’t taken my eyes off him. I’m entranced by this strange, almost alien form, not at all repulsed by it. If anything I feel… connected to it.
Maybe there’s a monster inside me too.
It’s the only thing that makes sense to me, considering I’m not just unafraid of this side of him—but turned on by it too.
When he spoke of loneliness before, it called to a part of me that I’ve always tried to pretend isn’t there. And when I’m with him like this, losing myself in the connection between us, it burns away the emptiness that’s always festered away in my chest.
“Fuck me,” I hear my own needy voice pant out. “Oh my God.”
“Not even close,” he rasps, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me scream. “But I’ll be the one you worship from now on. I’ll show you a kind of ecstasy that Heaven could never hope to match. The kind that comes only from sin. Come for me, little bird. Let go.”
It’s explosive, like a bomb of pleasure has been detonated inside of me. My pussy is so tight around him that I feel another orgasm build and release just as the previous one starts to die down. He curses, continuing his ruthless thrusts into me. There are literal tears in my eyes from the force of my climax, my body sensitive and needy.
“Lucifer. Lucifer… fuck…”
I’m chanting his name as I hover somewhere in the clouds above my head, arousal dripping down my leg as I come again and again. The longer he goes on, the more I come. I’m begging him to keep going, not to stop. This is the most sensual moment of my life, and I’m not ready for it to end. I want to see just how long and far I can go. It’s starting to ache, but the ache is so intense that it only feeds into the pleasure.
I could stay just like this, split open on his cock until my body gives out entirely, and I would die happy.
Lucifer’s grip is firm on my hips as he slows his movements but pounds slowly and deeply into me. When he finally lets go of his tight control, I can feel his cum spurting into me with every pulse of his cock, dripping onto the hood of his car as he keeps going. It’s fucking hot, literally and sexually. My body trembles, a last small flutter of pleasure coursing through me.
At last, he stops. He drapes his upper body over me, still in his true form. My hands eagerly explore his rugged, gray skin, caressing and groping him. His face nuzzles in between my breasts as he catches his breath, a sound almost like a purr resonating in his chest when I dare to reach toward the part of his back where it connects to his wings. I massage lightly, finding the muscles tight and tense. He groans, slumping over me even more, as if all the tension is finally bleeding from his body.
As his breathing evens out and his heart slows, Lucifer slowly transitions back into his human form. With a long sigh, he looks up to me with his gorgeous coffee colored eyes.
“I never expected this when I pulled you from the street before that car could hit you,” he breathes. “But I’m so fucking glad I found you.”
It’s unspoken, but I know he’s not talking about the sex, but about our connection. It’s evident in the emotion that turns his voice raspy. My heart swells, and I pull his face close to mine, kissing him deeply. He lingers in the kiss, and I delve my fingers into his hair, allowing myself to enjoy this moment without any of the doubts that have clung to me ever since the first night I discovered what he was and slept with him anyway.
It may not make sense on paper, but I don’t think I care about that anymore. I’m falling for a demon, and I don’t want to catch myself. I don’t want to reach out for something solid to try to stop the fall.
Several long minutes pass before he finally pulls out of me, leaving cum dripping down my thighs. Lucas offers me a hand, helping me off the car before we clean up and adjust our clothes.
“Wait here,” he says suddenly.
I raise a hand to shade my eyes and take in the view around us as he ducks back into the car for something. After a moment, romantic music drifts from the car’s open windows. He comes back, carrying a bottle of something bubbly and a couple of glasses.
“You planned this?” I ask, surprised and delighted. “How on earth is that even possible? You had a lot of work to do today, and you weren’t planning to take me outside to confront Jason. I can’t imagine you were planning for a drive up into the Hollywood hills either.”
“Wealth and power allow for all sorts of things. I plan for spontaneity,” he replies with a wicked little smile.
He fills the glasses and hands me one. I accept it, touching my glass to his. “Cheers.”
We both settle onto the grass, and he stretches out beside me, propped up on his elbow. I watch his face, happiness filling my chest at how peaceful he looks. The expression on his face is nothing like the hard, closed-off mask of the man I knew only as a billionaire businessman when I first met him.
“Tell me something,” I murmur after a while. “Did you find excuses to pop up during interesting times in human history? The parts that weren’t caused by your war, I mean.”
He smiles nostalgically. “There has never been a boring time in human history. It’s too full of humans.”
I grin at that. “Did you ever meet anyone famous? Or infamous. A lot of people chalk their behavior up to you, you know. And a lot more are accused of making deals with you.”
He chuckles and shrugs. “Humans like to pretend they aren’t capable of great good or great evil or great inspiration all on their own.” He pauses for a moment, then grins. “That’s not to say I never gave anybody a nudge, of course.”
I give him a sideways look. “Marilyn Manson?”
