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Abaddon expects me to dodge, so I brace myself, whipping my arms around his neck as he collides with me. Struggling, he loses control, and we crash onto a table. It splinters beneath us, cracking in half like thunder, sending avalanches of food and bemused half-asleep drunkards crashing to the floor.
I grab my brother’s arms, crushing them to the sides of his chest, and twist, thrusting up against our trajectory. Kicking off the floor, I finish the twist with a crash. His head bounces off the polished stone beneath us and his eyes lose focus for an instant. Then his clawed feet are in my belly and I’m flying backwards. I hurtle to the left, barely dodging the pillar behind me. I might have spent a lot of time Earthside, but I’ve had eons to memorize the layout of this room.
My feet have barely touched the ground when he charges me again. Again, I grab him as he connects. This time I use his speed against him, pivoting on my heel to let his bull-headed rage carry us into the pillar. His head connects first—his body jerks, then goes limp. I let go of him, letting him slide to the floor. He’s breathing. The impulse to end him for good rises in my throat like bile. I swallow it and step over him, casting an assessing glance around the room as I make my way back to Sophia.
It’s carnage; tables, food, wine, and collateral injuries are scattered around. People scurry out of my way, leaving Sophia standing alone in the middle of the mess. I grab her around the waist without slowing my pace and head for the door, too furious to remain here for the aftermath.
Chapter9
Sophia
Lucifer is pullingme along so fast I can barely keep up, but I don’t mind. We’re heading back to the bedroom, that much is clear. He’s still radiating power from his altercation with Abaddon, along with a lot of other emotions I can’t really define but are mirrored by the tumultuous storm raging inside of me.
Back in the room, Lucifer barely takes the time to close and lock the door before tossing me on the bed. I bounce, smothering a squeak, and before I land again, he’s already crawling across the bed. His eyes burn with desire, his muscles rippling with barely contained energy.
His lips meet mine with a collision of hunger and desperation, the same way I would imagine a starving man might bite into a piece of fruit. My body responds in kind, my nerve endings sparking to life under every brush of his lips and touch of his hands.
Lucifer tugs at my clothes roughly, but when he can’t get them off fast enough, he growls and begins to rip the fabric.
“So you’ve graduated from panties to full garments in your destruction,” I kid lightly, hoping to bring a bit of levity to the moment.
He doesn’t laugh, though. When he looks down at me, there isn’t an ounce of humor in his features. The barely restrained need simmering in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat. It breaks something open inside me, and suddenly, I don’t feel like joking anymore.
As my lips collide with his again, I let him rip the rest of the luxurious fabric from my body without comment. Once I’m naked, Lucifer’s hands glide over my body, rough and possessive.
“No one gets to touch you,” he mutters, his voice like gravel. “I’ll kill any man or demon who tries. I’ll get you out of this place. I’ll keep you safe.”
His voice is so strained that it’s almost impossible to make out his words, but I canfeelthe emotion in each one of them.
“Fuck me, Lucifer,” I beg, knowing he needs to claim me, to remind us both of the connection that burns between us—something no one on this plane or the next will ever be able to break. “Show me I’m yours. Use me however you want. The way only you can.”
With a savage growl, he sheds his own clothes quickly, then grips my legs in his strong hands and spreads them, holding me open in a way that once might’ve embarrassed me but now only sends heat shooting through my veins.
“So perfect,” he rasps. “Look down, little bird. Watch the way your body takes me.”
My chest heaves with uneven breaths as I do as he commands, dropping my gaze to watch the way my body stretches around the head of his cock. My stomach flutters, my core clenching unconsciously as I wonder for a brief moment how he ever fits inside me. He’s so fucking big, his cock thick and veiny, smooth and hard as steel as he presses deeper into my body.
“Yes,” I whimper. “More. Please. Give me all of it.”
“You want this?”
He pulses his hips, stopping when he’s only halfway buried inside me. I can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back, so I don’t play games like I might at other times, teasing him right back. Instead, I let him have what he needs—to hear me beg.
“So much,” I breathe. “Please. Please, Lucifer. Fuck me until I can’t think of anything but you. Until all of Hell disappears around us, until nothing else matters. Make me forget Abaddon. Make me forget my own fuckingname.”
He groans and leans down, spreading my legs even wider and claiming my lips with his own. Our mouths lock in a wild and desperate exchange of kisses and bites, colliding over and over.
“The only name you’ll remember when I’m done with you is mine,” he promises darkly. “Because I plan to make you scream it over and over.”
He drives into me all the way as he finishes speaking, tearing his name from my lips on a ragged grunt as if to give me a preview of what’s to come. Keeping my legs spread and using his grip to hold me steady, he starts pounding into me, barely giving my body a second to adjust to his massive size.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp, my hands flailing for something to grab on to before fisting the sheets. “So good. So fucking good…”
“You’re too perfect for Hell.” His jaw is tight, and he’s clearly having a hard time piecing words together. “I want to save you from this place at the same time I want to ruin you for anyone else. How can it feel so wrong and so right to fuck something so utterly divine?”
I shake my head, unable to answer. We’ve gone from zero to one hundred in the space of a few minutes, and already, I can feel an orgasm creeping up on me. Lucifer’s lips curl back as he starts to fuck me with more urgency, his hips slapping roughly against mine. It’s something deeper and more powerful than desire, something more than need. This feelsnecessary.
All I can do is keep myself anchored in the moment with him and try not to get lost in the slowly building burn of pleasure that he creates with the rhythm of his hips.
