Charming the devil charm.., p.22
Charming the Devil (Charming #2), page 22
I’m panting, his words ringing in my ears. “All of it,” I say, gripping his hair and forcing him to look at me. “I want everything you’ll give me.”
He smiles, and my heart melts. I know this smile is reserved for only me, and I can’t help but smile back. He tugs my hair, and his lips finding the column of my throat, kissing, biting, and licking. I feel like I’m being toyed with in the most delicious but frustrating way. His lips are warm on my skin, and he takes his time. Nibbling my flesh and then kissing away the pain. I want his lips everywhere, against mine, on my neck, my chest, my pussy. I want to get on my knees and beg him to just never stop touching me. “Please, sir,”
I feel his body quake between my legs as his teeth drag up my throat. I make a noise of protest, and his teeth tug lightly on my ear lobe. “Not here.”
We both look over at Beelzebub’s crumpled body. I legitimately forgot his corpse was here as soon as he touched me.
“Your room or mine?” he says.
I push his hair back and know immediately where I want him to take me. “Yours.” He nods, and I’m shocked by the cool greeting of his claw as he slices off my panties, leaving me completely bare in front of him, even though he’s still wearing his suit.
He licks his lips, grabbing me by the ass and making me wrap my legs around him, my arms looping around his broad shoulders as he portals us to his bedroom.
My back meets his luxurious sheets as he eyes my body hungrily.
“Fucking beautiful.”
My body is on fire being under this powerful man’s gaze, and all the things he’s been saying has my ego growing five times its normal size—which is saying something.
He grips the back of my thighs once more and pushes them to my chest. I nearly squeak from the sudden movement, but that’s short-lived as I feel his warm tongue lick me from my entrance to my clit. I swear he growls, and his grip on my thighs feels near bruising. I welcome the feeling with open arms.
Chapter twenty-seven
My dick strains against my trousers as I finally taste her—my soulmate—my complete other half. Sure, I tasted her on my fingers all those years ago. But this—tasting her warm and wanting cunt while she whimpers under my touch—is exquisite.
I explore what she likes, swiping my tongue along her clit and fucking her tight and slick pussy as she moans, making her back arch off the bed.
Her hand wraps around mine on her thigh, and I decide I like that—a lot. I want Lilith’s hands on me every moment I possibly can. Too much has separated us, too many frivolous and ridiculous things have kept me away from her—from this.
I swipe my nose against her clit, and she moans. I quickly roll my tongue against the bud before wrapping my lips around the small bundle and sucking. I don’t let up, switching from sucking and licking the spot that’s making her shake.
Needing to feel her clench around me, I free one of her thighs, and it falls on my shoulder as I push two of my fingers inside of her wet, needy cunt. She’s so tight as I curl my long fingers inside of her, hitting that fleshy patch that has her legs shaking. I pick up the pace, sucking her clit and fingering her pussy.
“Lucifer. So good.” I shiver when my name falls from her lips in a moan of ecstasy. Her hand presses against the back of my head, holding me against her pussy, and I smile as I lap at her center. I need Lilith to want me, beg me, be rough with me. I need everything she’s willing to give. I know now what true desperation is as Lilith comes on my tongue, her one thigh shaking against my face and her cunt milking my fingers. Her moans are feminine and soft as she says my name while she comes.
I will never tire of the sound, and I make it my mission to hear it as many times a day as hellishly possible. I don’t stop licking her and fucking her with my fingers. She nearly screams, trying to push my head away, but I’m stronger, and frankly, I need her to come again because I don’t know how long I’ll last once I’m inside of her.
She writhes under my touch. “It’s too much, I can’t. I can’t!”
My mouth is too preoccupied with her perfect pussy to tell her she can take as much as I give her. She pants, saying my name over and over as I suck her sensitive clit.
“Oh… Oh… Yes… Lucifer.” The last time she says my name, it comes out on a sigh of contentment, and I lose all control, curling my fingers inside of her as I watch her break, giving her another orgasm. She cries out, her back fully off the bed like I’ve possessed her.
She’s panting, a sheen of sweat coating her chest as I climb up her body. Her eyes are hooded and soft as she looks up at me. Her thumb trails along my chin, collecting her wetness before she pushes it between my lips, and I taste her release on the pad of her thumb. She smiles widely at me as I look down at her. I quite like that, no drop of her should be wasted.
“You’re still dressed,” she comments.
“Undress me, then.” She tugs me down by grabbing the lapels of my jacket and kissing me so fiercely that I don’t think about anything else. My guilt, my fears, they’re all gone; the only thing I can think about is this perfect creature is unequivocally mine. Her blue eyes are like pools of the clearest water as she licks her lips. I can’t help the self-satisfaction of her tasting herself and enjoying it.
Her touch is gentle as she unbuttons my dress shirt. I like watching her throat bob as she swallows while she takes in my exposed chest. I help her by shrugging off the jacket and shirt. Her small hands explore my chest, and I hold back a shiver. Until her nails drag down, leaving pink trails behind them.
“Cheeky little demon. Are you going to be my good girl, or are you going to be my little brat tonight?”
“I’m always a good girl,” she counters in mock shock.
“Then take out my cock for me.”
She swallows and nods, unlatching my belt, leaving it in the belt loops as she unbuttons and unzips my trousers. I have to get off the bed to remove them, leaving us both completely naked together, and this time we can touch.
“What now, love?”
She licks her lips and looks down at my weeping cock that is ever so eager to finally sink into our mate.
“I… I want to taste you.”
“Oh, you certainly are being a good girl.” I smirk at her, and she surprises me by dragging her naked form over the bed, her back pressed against the soft cushion. Her flushed skin and blonde hair contrasting perfectly against the black sheets. She tilts her head over the end of the mattress, and I can’t help but touch myself as I watch her. This beautiful creature is ready to please me.
“Please,” she begs once her face is fully upside down and she’s ready for me, her soft plush lips parted.
“Fucking Hell.”
I stand by the bed, the height perfect for her to take my length. Her one hand is wrapped around the back of my thigh as the other grips my ass cheek. She licks the tip and wets my cock with her saliva before opening her mouth fully for me to slide down her throat. In this position, she can relax her throat completely, and I watch with complete rapture as I watch my cock slide down her throat.
“Pinch me if it’s too much, love,” I tell her, and she hums her agreement around my cock, making me groan. Her hair tickles my thighs and shin, and her grip on my ass and thigh is rough. This woman was fucking made for me.
“You’re doing so well, darling. Look at you swallowing my cock.”
Her grip tightens, and my hand drags down her chest, my thumbs circling her taut nipples. The suction of her lips wrapped around my length has me moving my hips, and she takes each thrust eagerly. My hand glides down her soft skin, wrapping gently around her throat. My thumb is right at the center, and I can feel her taking my cock.
The sounds she’s making while sucking me are obscene, and as I visually see her throat taking me, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I need to be inside of her.
“Fuck, love. You’re so fucking good, but if I don’t fuck you right now, I might die.”
I push off of her, and she pants for air, taking deep breaths in and out as I help her sit up. My thumbs brush the underside of her eyes, removing her smudged makeup, and I pick up the corner of the sheet to wipe her mouth. I lean forward, kissing her forehead and face. Pulling back, I notice her eyes are glassy, and her chest is still rising and falling at an increased pace.
“So fucking beautiful. My perfect,” I pause, kissing the side of her head. “Violent,” Another pause and another kiss, this one to the underside of her jaw. “Magnificent, little demon,” I finish.
She doesn’t shrivel at the word demon, all I can see is pride written on her face while she basks in my praise. Her fingers wrap around my neck, the tips of her fingers toying with my hair as we shift on the bed. She falls back onto the mattress, taking me with her.
I don’t waste any time as I fist myself and rub the head of my length along her wet and ready entrance. Her hips thrust up to mine, begging to be stretched. It’s like our bodies are already so intuned with one another’s needs as I slowly push inside of her. Her cunt grips me tight as I push into her inch by inch.
Her beautiful blonde hair is everywhere on the bed, and I can’t help but fist it while cradling her head as I get down on my elbows.
She stares at me, her supple lips parted as she exhales wispy breaths. I move slowly in and out of her, letting her adjust to my size. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced; nothing has ever felt this significant with another individual. Her hand comes up, stroking my jaw, and I kiss the inside of her palm. Her cunt clenches at the small affection, and when I meet her eyes, all I want to do is spew out all of my feelings. I hold them back as she moans when I hit the right spot.
Words seem unnecessary as we stare into each other’s eyes, watching how much the other is enjoying this moment—how much we enjoy each other.
“I… I…” she can’t get out her sentence as I continue fucking her leisurely like I never want it to end.
“What do you need, love?”
She blinks her watery eyes as she shakes her head. “Just this,” she answers. I nearly spill into her at that moment, but instead, I place more of my weight on top of her. Our chests rub together, and I feel the wetness and friction of her cunt against my pelvis. She moans against my ear, and I can’t help but feel like it isn’t close enough.
No matter how much skin we have touching, I simply will never be as close to Lilith as every fiber of my being requires. But this is as close as it physically gets. Her cunt clenching around me, her breasts rubbing against my chest, the scent of her hair going straight to my brain, and her lips nearly touching my ear.
My hand cradles her head as my pace quickens, and her sharp nails dig into my back, urging me to fuck her faster.
“Are you going to come for me one more time?” Her pants hit my ear, but she doesn’t answer. “Give me one more, Lilith. I need to feel that sweet cunt of yours gushing around my cock.”
It’s then, when her nails cut the skin of my shoulder blades, and her heels push against my ass hard enough to bruise that I feel her clenching around me. Her moans are loud against my ear as she holds me tight, and I fuck her through her orgasm, chasing after my own.
The scent of her hair assaults my nose, and with her soft smaller body beneath mine, I trail kisses up the side of her throat up to her ear. The noise I make as I finish is feral. There’s no other thought in my mind except how lucky I am at this moment. My soulmate is in my arms, her satisfied pants echoing in my ear, and the masculine satisfaction of knowing I made her come three times tonight settles into my bones.
I pull back, but she doesn’t let me, holding tight against my shoulders. I don’t resist, not wanting to pull out of her, not wanting this moment to end.
Mortals spend all of their short, miserable lives searching for what they think Heaven will bring them. But I know if they got to experience even a fraction of what I just had, they would know utopia isn’t in the clouds but inside of a beautiful woman who means more than any world ever created.
I try pulling back again to look at her, and she smiles at me. I love when she smiles. I’ve never felt more like a pathetic sap in my life than I do at this moment, but I couldn’t care less.
“Bath?” I ask, and she nods her head. I’m up on my knees, pulling out of her when she winces. She goes to put her legs down, but I hold them up and watch in awe as my cum drips out of her beautiful cunt, pooling against the stark black sheets.
“Seriously?” she asks, rolling her eyes, but a playful smile is still on her face.
“Seriously. Have you seen how perfect you are when my cum is dripping out of you?”
She blushes, shaking her head. I let her put her legs down, and I enjoy watching her walk to the bathroom with a mix of me and her running down her thighs. I turn on the faucet and throw in one of the bags she likes. The water fills quickly, and the scent of lavender wafts around the small bathroom.
“I didn’t think the Devil would be a bath bomb type of guy.”
“It’s not a bath bomb.” I roll my eyes hating and loving when she calls me the Devil. Especially after what just happened between us. It’s not a word she uses in contempt anymore. She knows who I am and accepts it, my darkness and all.
“It sure seems bath-bombish.”
“Just get your ass in,” I retort. Standing in the tub and holding out my hand. She accepts it and steps in, moaning as her skin hits the warm water.
I sit first, my long limbs taking up most of the tub as she sits in front of me, her back pressed against my chest.
“This is much better than the last time I was in your tub,” she says, and I have to conceal my anger. Their deaths were far too humane. I wish I could have drawn it out, made them suffer, but we were under a time crunch.
“I like you here,” I say instead of talking about the way I could have desecrated her attacker’s bodies.
“I like being here too.”
“I know.”
“You knew I was lying about what I needed to stay in Hell, so why didn’t you say anything?”
“And deny you the things you want?” I question, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing the back of my head against the tub.
“I’m gonna warn you now, you can’t just stop spoiling me now that we’ve fucked.”
I laugh and shake my head, squeezing her side and making her jump slightly in the tub. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“So what now?”
“I’m hoping you’d like to stay in my room with me,” I say. Maybe I come across as needy, but I don’t really give a fuck. It’s been too long since I haven’t been denied this, and I don’t really care to waste any more time apart.
“Only if my cat can come too.”
I take a deep inhale. “Fine, but not on the bed.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, shaking her head and leaning closer to my chest.
We stay like that for a while, just letting the warm water soothe our muscles until I scrub off a fleck of blood that was in her hair.
“Do you feel satisfied?”
She laughs. “Yes, after three orgasms, I feel satisfied.”
I shake my head and sigh. “No, with Beelzebub.”
She sinks a little more into the water, gliding against my half-mast cock. “I’m not sure I’ll truly ever feel vindicated when it comes to Diana. But knowing that he’s going to suffer for a long time and that you took care of those angels does make me feel better. Like I can move on.” She turns, her legs bracketing my waist as she cups my face. “I think I’m ready for forever now, I’m ready to be me.”
I smile, grabbing her face and kissing her. I don’t think this all-consuming feeling is going to go away anytime soon.
Chapter twenty-eight
I blink a few times and bring the soft fabric to my face. Lucifer’s sheets must be made from angel wings or unicorn hair, I don’t think there’s a softer sheet in all of the universes. When I look up, Lucifer is by the fire, his legs spread out while he pets Doom, who is sitting on the table, soaking up the warmth of the fire.
“I knew you liked the cat.”
His hand is off the cat, like his fur burned him, and he takes a sip of his whiskey before shaking his head. “I don’t like the cat.”
“Mmmhmm,” I say, getting out of bed. Wearing nothing except one of Lucifer's shirts, I stand between his legs. His hands immediately wrap around the backs of my thighs, stroking the skin lovingly. “So am I just going to want to fuck you all the time now?”
He smirks and nods. “I hope so.”
“What has you up so late? We just went to bed.”
“Something doesn’t feel right,” he admits, and I stroke his face, his stubble rough against my hands. I can’t help but love the just rolled-out-of-bed look he has, even if he did put a dress shirt and trousers on just to sit by the fire.
“Can I make it feel right?”
He nods and slides me onto his lap. The kisses he trails down my throat are tender and slow. Lucifer is not one to rush himself when it comes to sex, or so I’ve learned. I thought maybe we would have had a quickie last night after our bath, but that turned into him making me come four more times before sinking into me again.
I’m spoiled, and I adore it.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, and he tugs the shirt off my torso, exposing my skin before kissing and nipping at my shoulder. I’m fully grinding on him at this point as a cracking noise jolts us both, and I look up to see Dax portal into Lucifer’s room with a bleeding Blair in his arms. We’re both on our feet in an instant.
“What is this?” Lucifer demands in a panic, walking over to where Blair is crumpled on the floor in Dax’s arms. “Why have you brought my daughter to Hell, Daxaddon?”
Dax’s brows are furrowed as he looks at Lucifer, then down at Blair. “Mara is your daughter?”
