A DEVIL OF HIS WORD
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I had this chapter ready to go by the day after publishing the first, but I accidentally deleted it. This version is better. Also, mind the story rating for this one. Apparently, I'm trash for...certain activities. Sorry I leave this off where I do. I have no more time, and it seemed like the best place to leave you. I really appreciate your kind reviews, follows, and favorites. It's overwhelming to see how many of you each took to the first chapter. You have no idea how much it means.
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The cool air pinched Chloe's skin, and despite how much she tried, nothing was making the feeling go away. Even Lucifer was drenched and frigid. As he tucked his wings away, Chloe scurried into the shelter of his pent house, clutching her arms and chattering her teeth. She was soaked from head to toe, and shivering wasn't helping at all. The promise of warm clothes and a shower was a temptation much greater than her desire to join Lucifer in bed.
Their spell was officially broken. For now.
Racing to the shower, the detective closed the door and slipped her pruned feet out of each boot. Water still slushed around, so she poured them out into the bathtub. Sitting at the edge of the tub, Chloe sighed.
"You're not having cold feet, are you?"
The detective whipped around and placed a hand on her chest to ease her racing heart. "Lucifer!" she said, laughing. Her teeth still chattered and she shivered. Worse, if it was possible. "While I literally have cold feet, no. I'm just so cold. I'd also like to clean up…I haven't really kept up with my normal routine the last week."
Holding a finger, Lucifer disappeared, leaving the door open. Chloe took the opportunity to get her zipper loose. It was stuck! She bit her lip and turned her back to the mirror, examining the situation over her shoulder. It was caught on the fabric.
After a moment, he reentered the bathroom, snagging her attention. He held up one of his silk robes. A tight, hollow sensation tickled her stomach. She turned around and grabbed either elbow until her hand decided it was best to reach for the ends of her soaked hair pouring over her shoulder.
Chloe diverted her eyes between the robe and the devil himself, who'd taken the liberty of changing into a matching red robe. What was she doing? "Lucifer?"
Dark eyes kept her in their sights. Lucifer's brows flattened, and he leaned away from the doorframe and neared her. "What is it?"
"I don't like toys. Or threesomes. Or whips," the detective said, eyes planting on her feet, which shuffled against the cool tile floor. Biting her lip, she felt her heart pound against her chest. "Or chains…or whatever it is you prefer."
Lucifer chuckled. "We'll work up to all that, detective. You'll see," he said. He moved closer, and when she lifted her eyes back on his, he stopped, only moving to hang the robe over the side of the tub. "Chloe?" he asked. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
The detective looked away, trying to wipe her tears away, but he stopped her. Rainwater dripped into her dress, causing her to tremble. "What if we never work up to any of it?"
"Are you at least willing to try? Any of it?" he countered. When he reached out for her shoulders, she moved back. "Chloe, I can't know what's wrong unless you tell me."
"Umm," Chloe started. "I have tried some of it."
"What?"
Stepping to his side, Chloe reached for the robe, "This dress is stuck."
"Am I in the twilight zone or something?" Lucifer whirled around and touched her shoulder. "You're giving me whiplash detective!" When she turned, he shook his head spun her around, clutching the top of her dress and tearing it apart.
"Lucifer!"
The man in question was already walking away, though. Rolling her eyes, she wiggled the dress off her body. It remained on the floor ignored as she reached for the robe and instantly followed him out of the bathroom. "Lucifer?" she called. Her voice cracked. When she got back out to the living area, he was over at the bar pouring him something to drink. Despite calling after him again, he still gave her no reply. Her eyes watered. "Is it really that important to you?"
Lucifer downed the whole glass before answering. "Chloe, this has nothing to do with my bedroom party trick preferences." He turned and kept the piano between them. "What interests me is why you're not being honest with me!"
"When I realized my marriage with Dan was over, I explored…some measures to make sex more interesting for him. Never anything too wild. Just a taste." She busied herself by chewing her thumbnail.
"I thought it was my fault he was always caught up at work. I panicked. I didn't want a divorce in the beginning: not when I still had so much faith in our marriage," Chloe said, the words rushed and barely coherent. She exhaled and moved closer to him. "I was willing to try anything if it meant he could be happy."
Lucifer rushed to her and placed his hands on her cheeks. "You realize none of that is true, though. Right?"
"Of course I do," she said. Swallowing, she clutched his robe and lowered her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. "The idea of using that stuff while making love…it makes me feel like I'm not enough." Sniffling, she pulled away, shrugging. "Now I feel like if I'm the reason you can't do any of it, I still won't be enough."
The pressure squeezing her heart made it hard for her to breathe. Lucifer neared her and kissed her on the forehead. "Look at me, detective." Chloe lifted her head. He chuckled, the air grazing her cool skin. "You will always be enough," he said, conviction strengthening his expression. "All the extraneous fluff I'm used to? If we never get to any of it, my mind and feelings for you will never change."
"Really?"
The smile he shared with her melted away some of the embarrassment making her stomach fuzzy. "Detective, have I ever lied to you?" She shook her head, unable to speak. His eyes narrowed. "If in time you ever feel a curiosity you'd like to scratch, you'll tell me. That's all this has to be."
Chloe's heart pounded. The cloud of thoughts fogging her brain made sure to keep her insecurities burning; however, what he said did help a bit in clearing up the embarrassment surrounding the topic. "I just don't like the idea of me being the reason you hold back."
A sigh broke up her thoughts. She realized it was Lucifer. "I see I must whip out all my tactics for you, detective," he said while raising a brow and smirking deviously. He zipped past her and moved over to his seating area, procuring a remote from the tabletop and pointing it behind her.
A string of familiar notes sounded, and, in her heart of hearts, Chloe perked up. Chuckling nervously when he began fingering the robe, Nsync's It's Gonna Be Me began whirring from all around. She held out her hands, as if doing so would freeze time. "W-what are you doing?"
"Detective," Lucifer shouted, "You might been hurt, babe!" And he sang over the music. Rather poorly. Instead, he reenacted moves from the video. Again, rather poorly. As the opening verse of the song played, she quickly realized that was the theme of his spontaneous serenade. "Come on, detective. I know you know the steps!"
Chloe's mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide. He was a train wreck. She hated how perfect he was at being intentionally bad. Especially to one of the best songs in existence. "What are you doing?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes, but kept up with the moves. He missed a line in the chorus to speak. "We need to loosen you up." And then, he picked up the lyrics from the following line. Chloe backed away when he neared her, fighting a fit of laughter.
The chorus would end soon. He stepped out of the choreography to shake his whole body around her, circling her and stopping her from moving any farther back. Her back was against his chest. The song called for him to pelvic thrust into her bum, apparently, and she felt his very solid, hard erection. She sprang away from him, turning in time to take over for JC's part of the song right after the first chorus.
It had been years since she'd tried the exact steps, but they were almost ingrained into her DNA. Lucifer shimmied over toward her and shouted, "Teach me your ways, detective."
Unlike him, she couldn't fathom skipping over a piece of the song. Her voice carried louder over the piercing noise to prove a point. When a break in the song occurred, she swayed her hips in a similar way a teenager would at a school dance while she tried to remember the next steps. "I'm not a Jedi!" It was a callback. One she was particularly fond of.
The chorus sounded, and they faced each other, performing similar steps, except this time, he went out of his way to make sure she knew he was making fun of her. "I think it might be a deal breaker that you can't stand them!"
Lucifer grimaced. "It's a deal breaker that you like them!" he shouted back.
The music slowed, and Chloe stopped shout-singing to catch her breath; meanwhile, Lucifer took over the slow part, serenading to her and stroking her face. Her heartbeat sped up, and she licked her lips, biting them a bit afterward. His eyes flashed down at her lips, and the whole world faded away.
Pulling her lips to his, Lucifer aggressively managed to get her to open her mouth to him, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue. He was relentless and wild. She tried to keep up with his expert speed, but he pulled away before she could. Hands were on the fastened belt around her waist, stripping it from her body. She was sure she heard a tear in the fabric, but he gave her no opportunity to confirm the theory.
Depositing her atop his piano, he hooked his fingers under her panties on her outer hips and ripped the rain-soaked fabric away. His eyes left her chest for a second to meet her eyes. Still looking at her, he shoved his mouth against the apex of her thighs, at her center.
The detective moaned aloud, louder than the music. Stroke. Lick. Suck. Stroke, lick, and then suck. He used his hands to spread her legs out until he fit her legs over his shoulders. "Lucifer!" she cried. Literally, Chloe was crying. She didn't know when the tears formed or why. She didn't care. This was happening, and it was unlike anything she'd experienced.
Lucifer moved one hand up to the small of her back, pushing her toward the edge of the cool piano, allowing him better access to what he sought. He stuck his tongue inside her, and she was lost. Her eyes opened, and she started to fall back. Her hair swept over the black surface, and her head almost touched. He held her in place. His strength easily allowed him to command her body to do his bidding.
Chloe felt around until her hands were in her hair or touching her throat while she stared at the dark ceiling. Tears rolled down over her temples and into her hair. He didn't stop. Fingers curling in her hair, she started moving her hand closer to her chest, her collar bone moving back and forth as her arched body naturally followed Lucifer's slowing pace.
When her whole body trembled, he stuck two fingers inside her, curling and gently scratching. The music faded away into the background, still loud, but sounding quite far away. Swallowing, Chloe's eyes fluttered open and closed. A tension in every crevice of her body coiled tighter and tighter until it nearly broke her in half. Upon opening her eyes, her whole body shuddered as he guided her to the peaks of ecstasy and ushered her back down to earth. Just then, the song ended.
More than anything, the detective yearned to hold Lucifer. He gave her one last, long lick before prowling up her body, rubbing his mouth on her stomach and kissing her breasts. More tears fell, and her body still shook.
Lucifer slid his hands behind her until he cupped the curve of her back on either side. When his hands moved to her shoulders, he gently guided her body back upright. When her spine was straight, he pressed his hard chest against hers, earning a moan from deep in her throat. When she said his name, she pressed her mouth against his, tasting herself.
As she pulled away from their chaste kiss, Lucifer breathed out unexpectedly. His mouth chased hers, but didn't immediately pursue a deeper kiss. They pecked each other a few times until he opened his mouth, allowing her to explore him at her pace. She timidly brushed her tongue over his, and she felt his body quake in her arms. Pulling apart, she pressed a final firm kiss on his mouth. She busied her hands with his robe belt, easing it from the loose knot with ease.
Lucifer ran his mouth over her breasts and shoulders, snuggling against her throat and sucking on the skin there until it barely stung. The silk filed between her thumb and index finger, which ran up and down the path over and over again. She opened her eyes when her mouth found his again, seeing his lids sluggishly close. It made him look intoxicated. If what he felt was anything remotely similar to how she felt, she understood.
The path to his exposed cock was met with unsteady hands until the instant her fingertips gently touched it. Lucifer pulled his hips away and whispered her name. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I won't last much longer." She withdrew her hand and moved it to his cheek, searching his eyes. His mouth was on hers again until he pulled away from her, resting his forehead against hers. His hands guided her off the piano, and he lowered her to achieve the best angle. Eyes open, he placed his tip at her opening. "Chloe," he repeated. It sounded like a prayer on his lips. Maybe it was.
She lined her mouth up to his ear. "I'm yours, Lucifer." Chloe reached down to fit her hands over his ass, squeezing a bit more rough than she'd intended.
When he swallowed, she kissed his bobbing Adam's apple. Lucifer returned the gesture and once again steadied her so that the small of her back was against the piano. "I've waited forever to find you," he whispered as he eased himself inside her, eyes half-lidded. As she moaned, Lucifer began saying things in many different languages. Each time his mouth shaped unknown words, he placed a kiss somewhere on her face, chest, neck, or shoulders. His kisses were random and only strengthened the urgency passing between them.
The tip of him brushed against her, and they gasped. Chloe's throat tightened, forcing the last of her shaky breath to sound more like a moan. His eyes slammed shut, and he pressed against her, deliberate and slow. Meeting her mouth again, he reached for her hips and spread her legs wider just as he slid the smallest part of himself inside.
Chloe broke their kiss to inhale, body shaking as she accommodated his girth. The detective was sure at some point he'd told her he was quite average. Based on her loose memory, he hadn't been shy with the information. Boy, had he underestimated. Her stomach twisted as he moved into her. Pain wasn't something she'd call what she felt. The sensation splintered from deep within her, feeding her nervous system until her toes curled. Fingers twitching, Chloe busied her hands by moving them around his neck and bit her lip as another inch buried deep within her.
"Lucifer!"
His mouth ran wild with its frenzy of words spilling from his lips. She could only make out a few languages, but that was hardly her focus for the moment. She curled over him until her forehead rested on his shoulder and her breasts rubbed against his slick muscles. They were both rather sweaty, but she hardly cared. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Chloe sealed her lips on the skin near the base of his throat.
An idea planted in her mind. It came from nowhere. After about a few seconds of her endless sucking, she replaced her lips with the edge of her teeth, nipping and teasing his skin there. The action earned her a loud groan.
Lucifer slammed her against the side of the piano, his hands on her ass to absorb the force to prevent her pain. He was fully sheathed, and he was so hot inside her. His whole body was like a furnace, and she didn't know if that had anything to do with him being the devil or not. Pulling back to survey her progress, she saw markings bruising his skin where her mouth had been. Underneath his skin, lightning appeared to crackle and whirl across his body. His eyes were ablaze.
He stilled her, curling his head into her chest. "Give me a moment, detective."
"What's happening?"
Lucifer's chest expanded and contracted against her body so much she thought he would pop like a balloon. "My devil face desires to make an appearance." When she swallowed, he met her gaze, chuckling softly. "Sorry, detective." He kissed her throat. "I'm still finding out my limits with this shifting nonsense."
He flexed his muscles, making him spasm deep inside her. Moaning, Chloe nuzzled her nose against his stubble. "Please, Lucifer."
"Detective, if we're not careful, you'll soon be greeted with my other side." Lucifer held her tighter, but she wasn't going anywhere: especially not when she felt like this. Nothing in this whole world compared, at least nothing came to mind in the moment. "Last time, you ran screaming your head off."
"Stop being such a perv, then. Think about what…I don't know…who's that guy on all the romance novels?"
He pulled back, and his eyes stopped glowing fire. "Fabio? You want me to be Fabio?"
"Is that his name?" Shaking her head, Chloe stole a kiss. "What do angels think about?"
Lucifer chuckled, the sound more a whisper. "It's not that easy, detective."
"Chloe," the detective corrected. Kissing him again, she eventually pulled away. His skin no longer crackled or illuminated. "No 'detectives' when we're making love." He nodded, but stayed quiet. Their silence caused her stomach to flip and her heart to beat faster. "Whatever happens between us, I won't run out on you." The low light caught the side of his face. Half was dimly lit, while the other half was cloaked in the shadows. "Slow, if you need to," she whispered. The edge of her tongue caressed his lips. He opened for her, and they kissed longer than they had at the church. "I just want you." He sucked in a breath, and she touched his stubble again. "Love me any way you need to. We'll work through everything together."
Their breaths tangled, as they remained close while they stared at each other. Lucifer's brows dipped, and he moved his head against her lips. The sweat there was thick, but the salty taste hardly distracted her. Chloe sealed her mouth on his skin there for a second. She slid her fingers in his hair. He was intent on holding back, and she yearned to be ignorant of his other face, if for one night.
This was the man who she loved and who loved her in return. He'd spared her life several times more than she deserved. He was good with Trixie, despite always calling her a spawn. Most importantly, he was buried to the hilt in her. She'd imagined this more than she'd ever admitted. Nothing would prevent her from showing him how she felt. This night went beyond expression. Between each pulse of the vein in his cock, they silently vowed things she didn't understand yet.
But he loved her. Knowing that could carry her through a thousand storms.
Chloe nodded as his head turned to the side slightly. His first thrust was a test, a warning. When his skin didn't glow, he withdrew. Slowly. Inch by fucking inch. The next thrust tore her whole world apart.
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