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It’s clear that this isn’t just an explosion of the sexual chemistry that’s always simmered between us, but that he’s working through some shit. Fuck, I guess I am too. Ever since Lucas Hale came into my life, and especially since the moment I realized he was the Prince of Hell, a part of me has felt like I was spiraling into the unknown, hopelessly out of my depth. Part of me has felt like whatever exists between us was doomed from the start—and I hate that.
I don’t want to be doomed.
I don’t want to lose this.
I don’t want to losehim.
“Oh shit,” I gasp out, “it’s so much.”
His hips, the way his cock fills me, his breath on my neck. As he continues to pound into me, I can feel the unescapable hum of an orgasm building in my core.
“Lucifer! I’m gonna come. I’m gonna… oh…”
My pussy clamps around him, but he doesn’t let the sudden tightness slow him even a little. His thrusts become harder, his cock punching into me as if he’s trying to brand me with it, to leave a permanent mark. My legs and arms are wrapped around him, bracing myself as a powerful climax rocks through my body.
But even as my body starts to recover from the force of my release, I realize that he isn’t letting up. In fact, I feel his hand wedge between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in hard, insistent circles. I’m hardly over the first orgasm when he starts pushing me toward another, and I moan loudly as my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders.
“Count,” he demands through gritted teeth.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Two…” he mutters, quickening his pace. “And about to be three.”
A flush of heat races over my skin as I realize he wants me to count my orgasms. And sure enough, within a matter of minutes, he works me into a third. My body is tingling, aching, and satiated, and desperate for more all at the same time. I moan out the word“three”somewhere in the blinding rush of ecstasy.
Lucifer has always been able to play my body like it’s an instrument that was created especially for him, but this is unlike anything he’s ever done before. It’s like he’s reached inside the very core of me and found the exact strings to pluck in order to make every nerve in my body sing. There’s no mercy, no restraint. Only pure, unbridled pleasure.
It’s only after a plaintive“six”passes my lips that Lucifer’s own body goes taut as a wire, and he slams into me one more time.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head and burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Take it, little bird. Take it all.”
His cock pulses over and over again, filling me up until I can feel his sticky cum spilling out of the place where we’re connected. Finally, he collapses on top of me, breathing almost as hard as I am. We’re nothing more than sweaty flesh and panting breaths as his body slowly starts to relax, and I feel my own muscles slowly start to unwind beneath him.
“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“Yes. More than all right.” I nod, realizing with a start that my own voice is hoarse too.He got his wish, I think. I was definitely screaming his name in between calling out how many orgasms he gave me.
“Good. I didn’t mean to be so rough, but…”
“I liked it,” I assure him. “And you needed it.”
He groans in acknowledgement of my words, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin of my throat. As the delicious ache of being fucked so thoroughly settles in my bones, Lucifer wraps himself around me and pulls me close, then rolls onto his side.
The bed is soft, the air is cool, and his body is warm and solid, a shield around me.
Although I’m still in Hell, I feel safe in the shelter of his embrace, and as the long day takes its toll on both of us… we slip into an exhausted slumber.
* * *
Something stirsme from a dark and dreamless sleep. At first, I think it’s just an effect of being in this place, a habitual reaction of my body waking me before the nightmares can begin. Then I feel it again, and I know this is what woke me. A pressure on the bed, something moving almost silently over the covers. The nearly silent rustle of smooth weight over smooth satin makes my heart pound.
Lucifer is wrapped around me, still and deeply asleep.
Something else is in here.
I need him to wake up but before I’ve done so much as twitch, the thing rears up above me, casting its monstrous shadow on the wall. I recognize the shape—the liquid S curve, the fanning hood—but it takes a moment too long for my groggy brain to piece it together.
Oh, shit…!
