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“My beautiful little bird,” I groan, sliding two fingers into her and curling them to stroke the place inside her that makes her whimper. “So fucking sweet.”
She responds by kissing me harder, arching and grinding her ass against my cock as I fuck her with my fingers. I know her body well enough by now that I could make her come like this in minutes, but I want to feel her clench around my shaft when she lets go. There’s nothing else in Heaven, Hell, or on Earth that could rival the feeling of Sophia coming on my cock.
After teasing her long enough to make sure she’s soaked and ready for me, I guide myself to her opening and press inside, hitching her leg even higher over my hip as I do.
While it’s my nature to fuck hard and fast, both giving and taking pleasure selfishly, I find that that’s not what I want this morning. As easy as it would be to get lost in the moment and drive into her until we both scream out our climaxes, I want this moment to last longer than that.
There’s nothing good waiting for us outside these walls. Everything I need is right here, and I’m in no fucking hurry to leave.
“Lucifer,” Sophia whispers again, working her body against mine as I claim her, one hand braced on her hip and the other groping her breasts. “Fuck, that feels so…”
“I know,” I groan when she trails off, my lips finding the back of her neck. My strokes are slow and deliberate, each one going deep before withdrawing almost completely. Her breathy moans are different than the guttural grunts or harsh cries I sometimes elicit from her, but they still carry the sound of her pleasure, and that’s more than enough for me.
My hand keeps toying with her breasts and nipples as my mouth moves over her neck and shoulders, being sure to leave little reminders of me behind.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes…”
I try to memorize the sounds she’s making, the feel of her slick pussy gripping me tightly, and the softness of her skin under my fingertips. I grip her hip tighter and breathe in her scent, reminding myself that she will be here for me when I return.
This won’t be the last time I have her.
I won’t let it be.
Sophia moans my name, her leg locking around mine as she arches her back, her chest heaving. “Fuuuuck…”
“Are you close?” I breathe into her ear, my cock swelling as I anticipate her answer.
“Yes. So close.”
Releasing my hold on her hip, I slide my hand over her flat stomach until my fingertips find her clit. I work it in the same slow, methodical rhythm as I’m fucking her, knowing it won’t take more than that to push her over the edge. She’s already so close, there’s no turning back. No holding it off, even though I swore to myself I’d make this last.
She makes little noises of pleasure in her throat, working her hips back and forth between my hand and my cock, riding me and urging me to touch her at the same time. The feeling of her using me, chasing her pleasure as her skin slides against mine, is almost too much for me to take. I grit my teeth, breathing raggedly and forcing my body to hold back its climax until she reaches hers.
“Lucifer!”
The moment she cries out my name as her orgasm hits, my own breaks through me in a fevered rush. I bury myself to the hilt, grinding against her perfect ass as I shudder and groan, pumping my cum into her until I have nothing left.
For a long moment, we stay like that, wrapped around each other, completely entwined as we come down from the height of pleasure. My eyes are closed, my forehead pressed against her temple, her leg still draped over mine. The only sounds that fill the room are our heavy breaths as they begin to slow down and even out.
When my eyes finally open, my gaze lands on my armor, which has been laid out on a chair nearby. Immediately, some of the warmth in my chest dissipates, replaced by a cold tightness.
The uniform I’ll wear into battle is a thin and versatile fabric, resistant to piercing blows and slashing cuts, resistant to extreme temperatures in either direction, and malleable enough to retain its function from one form to another. Demons shapeshift more dramatically than angels do, making rigid full-body armor less than ideal. Now that uniform is slung across the back of the chair near the door, waiting patiently for me to fill it.
“NowI have to go,” I whisper, forcing each word past reluctant lips.
“Okay.” Sophia nods, and I can tell she’s working hard to keep her voice even.
With one last embrace, one last caress before battle, I slide out of bed and pull the clothes on. Sophia is watching me, her eyes deep and somber, hazy with afterglow but heavy with worry. Once dressed, I lean down to kiss her, breathing her in. I love the smell of my skin on hers—the smell of our sex on her body. I linger on her lips for just a bit longer than I intend to, until the sharp blow of trumpets shatters the early morning quiet.
“Be good while I’m gone,” I tell her.
She snorts at that, but her eyes stay serious. She wants to say something—I can see it in her expression, in the way the muscles on her neck restrict—but she doesn’t seem able to find the words.
I smile as I touch her face, hoping my expression holds more reassurance than I feel. As I turn and leave her behind, alone and unprotected in this den of vipers, hatred toward my father boils in my blood. I’ve never hated him this much, nor have I thought I could hate him more than I did when Uriel died.
Now I know better.
I meet Fenriz on my way to the courtyard. We exchange grim, silent nods. It’s been a long time for both of us, but not nearly long enough. The feel of the fabric on my skin, the sound of the trumpets calling us to battle, the smell of sweat and sunbaked dust, forces memories up from the deepest recesses of my mind.
