I slowly woke up the next morning, overheated and disoriented. I blinked against the sunlight pouring into the room, confused as to why it was coming from the wrong direction until memories of the previous evening flooded my brain and I froze, my eyes snapping shut. I realized Lucifer was lying against my back, one long arm caging me beneath his body with his hand splayed beneath my sternum and one thigh wedged between mine, his thick cock hard against my ass.
He shifted slightly, a satisfied moan rumbling through his chest as he pushed his hips against me, while I tried to stay perfectly still.
"Good Morning, love…" he murmured huskily, shifting the hand beneath me to squeeze my breast as his lips brushed over my shoulder. "You smell deliciously of sex."
"Yea…" I hummed, trying to figure out how to extract myself from his bed.
"Bloody fantastic night, wouldn't you say?"
"Um…"
"Chloe? Are you alright?"
"Yea, no, I'm fine, last night was great, but I have to go to work."
"You must be joking, Darling. Are you even able to walk?"
He shifted against me and slid his hand down my stomach, sliding his fingers gently over my swollen flesh. I tried not to react, but my body tensed and tried to move away from the gentle pressure he applied.
"Lucifer…"
"I'll call your lieutenant."
"You will not! I just need some Advil and a hot shower." I said, pushing his wrist away and wincing as I sat up.
"Don't be such a martyr." He huffed, reclining on his side as I turned to glare at him.
I closed my eyes, but the image of him spread out, willing and ready again, sent a jolt of lust coursing through me and intensified the throbbing ache centered at the apex of my thighs. I groaned involuntarily and let him pull me down onto my back.
"I could kiss it and make it better." He offered, grinning down at me.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
He looked down as he trailed his hand up my thigh. "You may be right. You do appear to have a bit of beard burn going on I'm afraid."
"Don't even try to pretend you're sorry." I laughed at his attempted contrition.
"You're right, I'm not at all sorry." He chuckled, dipping his head to press a kiss against my neck as he reached up to cup his hand around my breast.
"Lucifer, stop. I do have to go to work today."
"Don't be ridiculous." He admonished, and despite the soreness deep within me, I welcomed his weight when he shifted over me. "I'm not certain you'll be leaving this bed at all for the next four days."
He closed his mouth over mine, his tongue sliding between my lips to caress my own as he wound his hand through my hair so he could angle my head and deepen the kiss. I gave up trying to resist him and instead wrapped my arms around his neck and locked my ankles behind his back. He began to gently thrust against me, his hard length perfectly lined up so the thick head continuously bumped against my clit, the constant stimulation increasing my arousal until the lingering soreness from the previous night's activities was nothing but a distant memory. He curled one hand around my hip and angled his next thrust so he eased inside me.
"Lucifer!" I gasped, breaking his kiss and clutching at his back.
He kept his pace slow, somehow keeping me on the edge until I begged him for release. He fucked me through my orgasm, then pushed up, lifting his weight as he lengthened his strokes.
"I want to mark you." He groaned, watching where our bodies connected.
"Do it." I urged, dragging my hand down the center of his chest, then lower to grasp him as he pulled out of me. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and looking up at him as I stroked him.
"Fuck…" he groaned, the tendons in his neck straining as he came, thick streams painting my belly.
He opened his eyes before lowering his head to kiss me hungrily, then dropping onto his back beside me.
"You…" he panted. "Where did you come from?"
I smiled lazily, reaching over to squeeze his forearm.
"Tissue?" I asked.
"Don't move." He ordered, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.
"What are you doing?!"
"Taking a photo."
"Um-no!"
"But I need it to complete the series." He pouted.
"Series?! What series?" I demanded.
"The other photos I already took. They're quite hot."
I gaped up at him and he quickly took advantage, taking a few shots of my belly and parted thighs.
"Give me that!" I demanded, trying to snatch his phone.
He batted my hands away and tapped furiously on the screen, then handed it to me with a wicked grin.
"I needed to back those up in case you decided to delete them."
I narrowed my eyes at him then turned my attention to his phone, scrolling through the various photos he had taken of me.
"They're exquisite, aren't they?" he asked, placing an open mouth kiss to my shoulder. "I'm going to go draw us a bath. Don't move."
He leapt from the bed and strode towards the bathroom while my attention was focused on the phone and I had to admit that, except for the last photos of his spunk painted across my stomach, which were actually quite hot, they were all beautiful and surprisingly tasteful.
He came back to the bed with a wet washcloth and gently wiped my stomach, then kissed me sweetly on the lips before lifting me in his arms and carrying me into the bath.
He stepped down into the luxurious soaking tub which was rapidly filling up with fluffy white bubbles and eased us down into the water. He pulled me between his legs, then somehow managed to gather my hair and secure it in a messy bun atop my head. He leaned back and pulled me back until I reclined against him, the bubbles swirling around us.
"Are you real?" I murmured, holding his left hand up against my right hand so I could align our palms.
"I am." He answered, lacing our fingers together.
I hummed lowly and relaxed against him, wrapping my other hand around his wrist. He stretched one leg out, using his foot to turn off the faucet.
"Cigarette?" he offered.
"No, thank you."
He reached back and dried his free hand hand so he could retrieve a cigarette from the case and light it, then tilted his head back to exhale the smoke above us. I closed my eyes, letting myself fully enjoy the sensation of lying in his embrace as we soaked peacefully, but my phone started ringing from wherever it landed last night.
"Ignore it."
"I can't. As wonderful as this is, I need to get to work."
"Why?" he pouted.
"A girl is dead and her family deserves answers."
"So let someone else find those answers."
"It's my case."
"What about your pitiful soon-to-be ex?"
"Dan would use any opportunity to rush in and be the hero."
"So let him. We'll have much more fun here."
"I can't just abandon my responsibilities."
"Are you always such a goody two-shoes?"
"No." I said, twisting my head to kiss his jaw.
"You were rather naughty last night." He murmured, pressing his lips to mine.
"Shut up."
"Very well. Relax for a bit. Your victim is not getting any deader."
"But it's already been over 24 hours."
"I'll help you find and punish whoever killed that girl, then we can get back to more pleasurable pursuits." He offered, kissing my ear.
"I don't need your help."
"Maybe not, but I can certainly speed up the process, so why not take advantage of my services?"
"I don't know how much more of your services I can handle." I smirked wryly.
"How are you feeling?"
"The bath is helping, but I still need some Advil."
"I could offer you something stronger?"
"No, thank you."
"How about some breakfast?"
"You cook too?"
"I have many talents, Detective."
"You sure do." I agreed, reaching back to kiss him again.
"Soak a bit longer. I'll go start breakfast."
"No, stay. This is nice and you said yourself we can relax a little longer."
"Very well."
He idly traced his fingers back and forth from my sternum to my navel and I shivered, dropping my hand to rest on his thigh. He brought his knee up and I realized he was hard again.
"Does that thing ever go down?" I teased.
"Not when presented with the absolute embodiment of temptation in human form." He smiled, biting my shoulder.
"You're on your own this time." I warned, lifting a handful of bubbles and blowing them upward so they drifted down around us.
He chuckled, the vibrations flowing through both of us, and I hummed contentedly. He withdrew his hand from mine, wrapping both arms around my shoulders, and I lowered my arms into the water so both of my hands rested on his thighs.
"Bloody Hell!" he swore a few minutes later, quickly sliding out from behind me, sending water sloshing about. "What is it, Maze?"
"The police are here again."
"What?"
"They're blocking the entire West entrance."
"Deal with it." He ordered, lifting my knees up on either side of him as he leaned back.
I slipped my arms around his broad shoulders as he smirked lazily at her intense glare.
"And, Mazikeen? Do not interrupt us again."
She rolled her eyes and turned to stomp away.
"Are you comfortable, Darling?" he asked, trailing his fingers over my knees.
"Yes." I purred, stroking his chest.
"Excellent."
I rested my cheek against his hair and closed my eyes again, trying to relax and forget about the outside world for a few more minutes.
"I'm starting to prune, love."
"Ok."
"You stay." He murmured, rolling over and kissing me softly before standing up, water raining down over me, but not distracting me from appreciating the view of his naked body.
I folded my arms on the edge of the tub and watched him towel off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my appraisal.
"You are an insatiable minx." He growled when I licked my lips and reached for the towel.
"You're still hard."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he snarled just before the air started to vibrate.
"Earthquake?" I asked, bracing myself against the tub.
"No, just my brother. Wait, you can feel that?" he asked, staring at me incredulously as the lights flickered.
"Yes." I answered, perplexed as to why he would think I wouldn't notice the entire penthouse shaking.
"Alright, up and dressed."
He lifted me out of the tub and shoved a plush robe at me, which I quickly shrugged on and pulled closed while he positioned himself between me and the door, his back to me.
"Lucifer!" I gasped, stepping up to gently touch my hands to the ragged crescent scars on his back.
"Don't. Please." He murmured, spinning around to grasp my hands in his. "I'll explain later."
I held his gaze and nodded slowly. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my lips before turning around to face the man who strode confidently into the room. I reached down to grasp his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together, and brought my other hand up to wrap around his bicep as I stood by his side.
"So it's true."
"What's true?" Lucifer drawled, subtly trying to shift his body in front of me.
"You have the heavens in quite an uproar, Miss Decker." He smirked.