I knew I should be worried about having just killed a man or whatever the fuck happened in Lucifer's bathroom this morning, but right now, I just wanted to lose myself in his touch.
He carried me through his apartment and crawled onto his bed, easing me down in the center. He rose up on his knees and peeled his suit jacket off then started on his shirt while I quickly sat up, shrugging off my own jacket before pulling the tank top off over my head. He lowered his head to kiss me and pushed me down onto the bed, my hands working to unbuckle his belt. He swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pulled my legs straight up in front of him so he could pull them over my ass, pushing my thighs forward and almost bending me in half as he lowered his mouth to my already swollen and aching flesh.
He held me in place with his forearm across the back of my thighs while he feasted between them. I clawed at his shoulders, trying to anchor myself, but finally gave up and clutched fistfuls of his comforter as he drove me to distraction with his wickedly talented mouth.
"Lucifer!" I cried, my muscles constricting as my orgasm swept through me, but he didn't stop or even slow down.
He slid two fingers inside me and wrapped his tongue around my clit, sucking hard and pressing up on my g-spot. I moaned and bucked against his hold, trying to escape the exquisite torture he was intent on delivering, but he held me fast and continued his ministrations. I closed my eyes, arching my back as my mouth fell open.
"Please…"I begged, trying again to reach him.
"Give me another…" he demanded, sinking his teeth into the fleshy bit where my ass met my thigh then soothing the sting with his tongue.
"Yes..." I promised, my back bowed and my fingers locked in his hair, holding him in place.
He pushed even harder and I screamed, stars exploding in my vision. I was still shaking when I felt him rise over me and slide deep inside. I pulled his face down and kissed him hungrily as he railed his hips against mine.
"Fuck, Chloe!" He breathed into my mouth before sliding his tongue past my lips to tangle with my own.
"Lucifer…" I breathed, spasms racking my body as he prolonged my orgasm with each savage thrust.
He growled out a string of what sounded like curses in a language I didn't recognize and buried himself as deep as possible, roaring with his release. He exhaled several ragged breaths before slowly shifting back to his knees and drawing my legs up against his torso. I watched his face as he unlaced one of my boots and eased it off my foot, dropping it onto the floor before repeating the process with the other, then gently peeled my jeans off. He smiled softly and pressed his lips to the inside of one ankle then shifted to my side and lowered my legs to the bed, his gaze sliding up the length of my body like a caress as he unfastened one of his monogrammed cufflinks.
I smiled up at him when his eyes finally met mine, then chuckled, shaking my head at his cocky grin. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine in several soft, lingering kisses before sitting back and removing his other cufflink, dropping both of them on the bedside table. Once he shed the last of his clothes, he stretched out beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me.
"You appear to be handling the events of this morning quite well." He observed, snaking one leg between mine to pull us even closer together as he lazily drew his fingers across my stomach.
"Which part?" I asked, lifting one hand to entwine our fingers together, then tracing the warm metal of his signet ring with my other hand. "Taking a man's life? The earthquake that announced the arrival of your brother who then disappeared into thin air? You trying to fuck me through the bed-repeatedly?"
"Well I should hope you consider the latter a divine experience you'd like to repeat, unlike the others." He murmured, kissing my knuckles.
"Humility not one of your virtues either?" I teased.
"I told you I am without virtue."
"You're quite generous in bed." I offered.
"Sorry, love, don't think He considers that charitable."
"He?"
"My Father." He said, glancing upwards.
"I…are you serious about the devil thing?"
"Yes, Darling. I am the devil."
"This is all some fucked up dream, right?"
"Afraid not."
"You can't be the devil." I argued.
"Why not?"
"Because Heaven, Hell, the whole bible thing, it's all some grandiose fairy tale." I argued, meeting his gaze. "Isn't it?"
"'Fraid not, Love."
"Luce-Oh God." I broke off, something akin to fear blossoming someplace deep within me.
"Chloe, Darling. You're lying in the Devil's bed, recovering from the best sex of your life. Is there any way you could refrain from calling out my Father's name? Besides, I thought you didn't believe?" he smirked, to which I responded by glaring at him.
"It's just an expression!" I mumbled, letting go of his hand and rolling onto my side, pressing my face against his chest.
"So now that we've established who I am…" He began, sliding his arm around me to splay his large hand across my back. "Do you have any idea what you are?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not exactly a divine being, but you are something more. I just haven't figured out what yet."
"I'm just a normal person."
"Have you ever felt this connection with anyone or anything else?"
"What do you mean?"
"This need to be in constant contact. It's like some sort of primal pull. I've certainly never felt it before. And you're tolerating my attentions quite well. You've actually kept up with the Devil, Miss Decker. Bravo."
"So you think I'm some sort of angel or something?" I asked, tucking my hands under my cheek and staring at his chest.
"No, not angel." He smiled, kissing my forehead. "No wings."
"You don't have wings either…" I trailed off, recalling the crescent scars on his back, and raising wide eyes back to his.
"I did. I had Maze cut them off when we landed here."
"Why?"
"Sort of a 'Fuck You' to my Father."
"You had wings. You were an angel. You're the Devil." I said, surprised that I was able to not only speak the words, but also believe them.
"Yes, yes, and yes." He murmured, stroking my back.
He reached up to shift some of the pillows around, tucking one beneath his head, and offering his arm as a place for me to rest my head. I smiled and burrowed closer, slipping my arm around his waist and slowly reaching up towards his scars. He closed his eyes, his entire body tensing when I finally pressed my palm to the raised skin, but when I pressed a kiss to his sternum, they popped open and he stared at me incredulously. I smiled up at him and reached to kiss his stubbled chin, then settled back into his embrace, my hand still pressed to his back.
"I guess I never would have pegged the Devil as a cuddler." I murmured with a yawn as we remained tangled together trading occasional caresses.
"Who said you could peg the Devil at all?" he smirked. "Color me impressed, Darling."
"No, I didn't mean that…" I objected, blushing furiously.
"Oh, I'm not objecting, Love, I'm more than willing to let you fuck me."
"No! I mean-no! Can we not talk about this?"
"Why not? Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Just stop talking. Please."
"Your ex wasn't man enough?"
"I never even considered it, I've only read about it." I said, immediately regretting saying anything.
"Reading naughty books? Lovely!"
"No, just stuff online. Why can't I stop talking?"
"Really? What site?" he asked, rolling away to reach for his jacket so he could retrieve his phone.
"Lucifer! Stop!" I groaned, dropping my forehead to his chest.
"I'm intrigued! What site is your favorite?"
"You're not going to stop, are you?" I asked, curling into his side and draping my arm across his waist.
"Never." He grinned.
I pushed up on my elbow and took his phone, quickly pulling up one of my favorite fic sites and navigating to a favorite author.
"Here." I said, handing him his phone back and settled back against his side, resting my cheek over his heart. "Read quietly."
"Yes, Mistress." He smirked as I rolled my eyes.
He drew his fingers through my hair and lazily caressed my back, quickly lulling me to sleep.