[MATURE]

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL MATERIAL. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED OR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT IDEA THEN FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS.

As for the rest of you.

Enjoy.

Lucifer Morningstar

For a moment, I just stare at her. Her question caught me off guard.

Of course, was my first reaction but then I started to muse over the meaning of her words.

Always.

I mean I know I said it first and it just fell out of me like it was so simple.

Did she really want to stay with me? Was her definition of always being together? Is she already dreaming of her future where I'm constantly present? Does she really want me?

I could really use a drink right about now to be honest.

My pondering must have not been a good reaction, because she soon starts pulling away from me.

I quickly react and pull her by her wrists, back to me.

"Chloe. I-" I stutter for a moment, hating myself for even making her sad.

"You don't have to say anything. It was a stupid question."

What? No. How could she even possibly think that?

"First of all, your questions are never stupid." Letting go of her wrist, instead I tilt her chin up, making her connect her gaze with mine. "And second... What if I do mean it?"

"Do you?"

I take a deep breath. Chloe is always the one to put me to the test. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable and yet, she makes me question my own character, beliefs, morals, the whole damn list even. But at the end of the day I don't have to be afraid when I'm with her. You choose to be vulnerable around me. Her words consume my thoughts.

And then out of nowhere I realize what I have to do. What I have to say. Because I can't imagine not living without Chloe. I smile, right before I frown.

Then why the hell didn't Linda and Amenadiel give me any hints beforehand?

Just when I'm about to answer the woman who's patiently waiting for an answer from me, the sound of my phone ringing in the living room disrupts us. Making us both groan in annoyance.

Really? Now?

It's like we're both in some kind of Netflix TV Show where the directors always think it's funny to ruin a perfectly good moment with one phone call. That or I have been watching too many episodes of Bones lately and I'm just overthinking.

"For crying out loud."

Chloe shakes her head, agreeing with me. "Come on."

We both end our shower quickly, helping each dry off. Once I wrap a white towel around myself, I bundle Chloe up, I place a towel on her head, making her giggle. I'm glad I still could do that.

I start massaging her head right before my phone yet again repeats its annoying mantra.

"Go. I got it."

"I'm glad you called and now I have a favor to ask you..." Moving around in my bedroom as I talk to an old friend of mine that needed my assistance in the most delicate matter, and me being the Devil, I would help. In exchange for as small favor of course. "...Not to worry, old friend. I'll take care of your assets as long as I can pick up my request by tomorrow morning. Yes. Good. Fine. Bye."

I sigh, closing my eyes as lay back first against the mattress. Relief floods into me suddenly and I can't contain this growing sensation in me.

Happiness.

With Chloe I can feel like that. She really is an extraordinary woman who I'm lucky to have. I wonder if she sometimes thinks the same way about me.

"Sorry, I took so long."

I smile, not opening my eyelids when I hear her alluring voice reach my ears.

"No. It's alright." I say while opening my eyes and pulling myself up with my elbows to a sitting position when my gaze lands on her body. "I had a chat with-" Who cares.

Someone smack me.

There she stands with a smirk decorating her gorgeous pink lips. My eyes rake her beautiful feminine form form head to toe and vice versa. Red laced panties covering her slim scream white waste, while the matching bra cups her breasts perfectly in place. I swallow, feeling my monster become restless at the sight of her.

And here I thought she couldn't get sexier.

She must have quietly moved over to me because I only realized it when she placed two of her fingers under my chin, lifting my hanging jaw to a close. I hadn't even noticed my lips had fallen apart.

My gaze finds hers as she eyes me with a mischievous smile, I'd know the meaning anywhere, anytime, any day. "You said you wanted to undress me."

"May I take my time?" The corners of my lips slightly tug.

"You have ten minutes."

"Ten minutes." I repeat as my lips morph into a smirk. My thumb seductively rubbing over the thin material of her lingerie on her hip, while blowing over it, making Chloe suck in a breath of air. "Is more than enough, Detective." Grabbing ahold of the sides of her panties, I begin to slowly but surely, slide them off her creamy legs.

Chloe suddenly lets out a squeal when I pull at her naked hips so that she lands on my lap. Where I want her.

Her nails tig into my hair right away, making me hum at the feeling. Pushing my nose against hers and loving the way she giggles at my touch.

"Kiss me." She rubs her nose against mine. She's so bloody adorable.

"Only if you really want me to."

"I do."

As she desires, I place my lips against her nose.

"No." She makes a face.

"No what?" I tease her. Knowing fully well where she wants me to kiss her, but I rather play and see where this leads.

"Not there."

Alright, Detective.

"Where?" Leaning my head away from her face, instead guiding my lips to the front of her neck. "Here?" Pressing a kiss against the soft skin while the pressure of her thighs around my lap increase, creating a bulge under my towel.

"N-No." She studders.

"What about here?" Now rubbing my nose against her earlobe before nibbling at it. Not forgetting to add my tongue into the mix.

"Lucifer." Her voice now barely a whisper, just as my hands roam up her back.

"I think I know." I say as I blow slightly against her cleavage right after I unclip her bra, letting the material slide down her bare chest as I take in the sight of her. Gorgeous. Naked. Vulnerable. Human. And seated on my lap. An imagine I will cherish forever.

Exactly where she belongs.

With me.

I know exactly what I want. Who I want. And who I couldn't imagine living without.

"Chloe."

I say just when my lips crash against hers like magnets.

She kisses me back with the same eagerness as I do, feeling her fingers trace up my neck and tig her nails into my hair while at the same time tugging at it to pull me closer to her if that was even physically possible. One thing I've learned when having sex with her is that she's very possessive in the bedroom.

Wrapping my hands around the sides of her back, pulling myself closer to her body, letting her naked chest connect with mine. Skin on skin, creating heat under its touch.

My tongue soon starts to flick, asking for entry. She's being playful again, keeping her lips pressed closed with an innocent smile plastered on her face. Teasing me back and not letting me in. But that little trick won't hold me back for long.

Without her realizing, I made one of my hands roam over to the tip of her right breast, now circling the plump nipple with my thumb.

She lets out a sound that's music to my ears and I want to hear her make it again. So, I repeat the action with the left one.

And without a second thought as her guard is now down, I quickly use my advantage and slide in through her lips, greeting her own. I skillfully start to guide her tongue out of its remote corner and leading it into my own. Hearing Chloe start to moan sends a low sound to rumble up my throat and into her, while at the same time her gracious tongue starts circling mine, awaking Big Ben even more. And if the soft lustful sounds of my Detective weren't arousing enough, I start to feel dampness through the towel as I realize her warm slickness has escaped her.

A low chuckle escapes my mouth after I speak, but now realizing she probably didn't hear me.

"What?"

I laugh as we pull apart, my action making her knit her brows together.

I lift her chin up before whispering into her ear. "You're dripping, Detective."

A surge of heat runs up from her neck to her cheeks, burning Chloe's face in a beautiful rose red that draws my thumb to smooth the heat.

"Can I be on top this time?" She quickly asks before I could, her eyes growing darker by the minute.

"As long as I get a turn next round."

"Alright." She says to which I smirk, letting gravity take me as I lean back, giving the Detective full access to whatever, she desires.

Chloe pulls off my towel, revealing my very generous manhood. Ready and stiff. Only for her.

Sifting a little, she helps herself. She grinds against me, coating her slickness with my hardness.

Just looking at her while she's working on me is making the ache between my legs even more painful to bare as every second passes.

She adjusts, aligning her core to the tip of my throbbing cock. But then she stops with me barely even in, looking at me. I take a breath as I stare back at her.

"What do you want?" She asks me.

She's kidding.

"For you to move, Love." I say in an instant. Not used to this kind of patience.

"Move what?" She smiles, making me press my head against the bed with a groan.

"Please move." I say, legs shaking with anticipation.

"Please move what?" She asks again this time letting her fingers rub my balls.

"Please move... Detective." I plead.

Her smile spreads when her nickname comes moaning out from my mouth.

And just like that, Chloe presses her hips down my now coated length and devours me whole. A noise makes it way up my throat just when she placed her lips on me, drowning out the grunts.

She quickly starts riding me and I try to keep up with her, pushing my hips to hers just when she pulls away. Pulling down when she pushes back to me, creating a perfect rhythm of enjoyment. Our perfect rhythm.

She's unbelievable sometimes.

Chloe pulls at my bottom lip with her teeth, creating a popping sound when she pulls away, placing her hands on my chest as she increases speed and moving her hips in circles.

This woman.

Is mad.

And I love every part of her.

At this point we're both panting for air, Chloe's mouth is close to a literal alphabetical O.

Slipping my hand through her trimmed curls and start circling her clit just when I feel my own release coming. So close, yet so far.

"Lucifer."

In and out.

Up and down.

Her walls are amazing around me.

I groan as I feel my orgasm approaching and I quickly press my thumb against her bud. "I need you to cum, Detective. Now."

Chloe screams out my name, her core squeezing my dick seconds after I fill her up with my hot blasts of liquid.

The high must have been too much for her, because she falls face forward against my chest.

I pant, needing air, Chloe's chest rises and falls against me indicating her own self state of high.

Every. Time. It's like a new level.

I wrap my arms around her, kissing her head, before craning my neck to her flushed face. "My turn."

Chloe Decker

"My turn." His hot breath brushes against my ear when he says that.

I freeze when the realization hits me, still panting to catch my breath.

And just like that, Lucifer's gone from underneath and suddenly behind me. He fumbles with something and I wonder what, but I'm still half high from my orgasm to look.

Suddenly, he clamps something cold and metallic around my wrists, securing them against the headboard of the bed. "Are those mine?"

He hums a mhm against my ear before adding. "On your knees, Detective."

I obligate as the wild ache between my legs practically makes me jump due to his words.

Lucifer pulls my legs apart and slowly, agonizingly slowly runs two fingers along my soaked lips, adding some to my bud as well.

"Let's play a game."

He's insane. I love it.

Just the curiosity alone makes me almost reach a new high, but he quickly withdraws his hand, making me groan.

"First one to cum loses privileges for the next two rounds." He purrs behind me.

Suddenly, his hot breath is against my soaked lips right before he places his mouth against my opening. I whimper at his touch when he adds his tongue in a few times before pulling away.

"No." I moan at the loss of him.

As if he could read my mind and ignore my verbal statement, he adjusts to align himself against my entrance after coating his cock with my juices.

My own mind soon catches up and I realize what is about to happen. No. No. He can't win this one. I've should have argued a little more and he would've listened to me, but the deviant side of me wants to see this play out.

Lucifer rubs his hands along my hips before pulling me closer to him, making me feel the restraints of the cuffs.

With one quick push, his inside me. Impaling me.

I moan at the deeper angle as he hits my G-spot just right.

I always feel so full with him.

He lets me adjust, before slowly pulling out and making his way back inside me, his wild grunts leave his mouth due to action.

"You're so wet."

We both pickup speed, finding our favorite rhythm. Only the sounds of our moans and the wet slaps fill the room.

The intensity soon makes itself know to me just when Lucifer leans his weight over me, not crushing me either but just enough to feel grounded. "So hot... It's like I belong inside you."

The buildup in my stomach increases just when the deep meaning of his words reach my ears. Not wanting to lose, I squeeze my core around him.

"Don't." He hisses.

I smile. He's close, I can tell.

However, Lucifer slows down his pace, making me frown in confusion. What's he up to?

As soon as the question leaves my thoughts, he presses two fingers against my bundle of nerves, making me cry out.

"No!"

And with one long stroke, he thrusts into me hard.

I lose all sense of mind at his still never-ending inhuman stamina can achieve. I'm lost in the ride climbing to its peak just when I let out my release and finally spasm against his length as I cum my juices on him. Feeling it run down the inside of my thighs and onto the covers. Legs shaking.

"Yes!" Lucifer moans, collapsing against me, pressing me into the mattress as he comes undone in me. Filling me to the brim with his hot fluids.

I smile at how satisfied his simple Yes sounded like. I'm glad I could make him feel like this.

When he finally comes down from his high, he uncuffs me, wrapping himself around my side, our sexes still connected.

He leans his head, placing his hot lips against the skin of my cheek in a sweet kiss.

I'm glad he can't see my grin. He could be so hot, so sexy and so handsome with everything up his alley, but the most precious part of him is how cute he can be sometimes. And I would make sure to protect him with all my might.

I don't want to let go of him.

Ever.

"You're incredible." He pants.

Turning to the sound of my Lucifer, I place my lips against his heated ones. Savoring the moment.

"Are you saying that... because you love me... or to make me feel better for losing?" I ask, feeling his arms tighten around me.

"Both."

Sorry it took me this long to update. You guys are crazy. Thank you all for the lovely hearts! Next chapter is going to be in Maze's POV.

Love ya!