Page 93 of Hell Bound

Slowly, I glided my hand up and around his neck, sliding my fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. It was so damn soft. With the gentlest pressure, I pulled him down to me.

It didn’t take more than a nudge before his lips were on a direct path to mine.

The collision had all the force of two feathers brushing against one another, but the impact was that of an atom bomb. At the first touch, he was already demanding entrance, tonguing the seam of my lips until they parted for him.

He groaned as his tongue slipped inside, the hard ridge of his cock pressing more firmly against me.

I wrapped my arms and one leg around him, holding him as tightly to me as I was able. He rocked his hips and I could cry from how badly I wanted him.

But that was for later.

For now…

I planted my free foot into the ground and twisted hard.

We rolled, coming to a stop when I slammed his back into the ground. As soon as we’d started to roll, I’d reached for the dagger that he always had at his hip.

With a triumphant grin, I pressed the tip against the vulnerable skin of his throat.

“What was that about me losing again?”

He may have been on his back, but Lucifer was quick to show me that even from below, he was the one in charge.

Large palms came down hard on my hips, rolling them as he thrust upward.

“Ohmygod!” It was a hoarse rasp as my head fell back, the pressure and friction too much against my overly sensitized sex. I was throbbing at the barest touch.

When I tilted my head down to meet his gaze and demand that he stop with the games and fuck me right here on the graining ground, I gasped in distress instead.

A long line of red had welled along his throat where I’d pressed the dagger into his flesh.

My arousal died in an instant and I tossed the dagger away from me.

“Lucifer! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just—”

“Lily, it’s fine, I’m okay.”

“How can you be okay when I could have decapitated you?”

“That dagger is hardly enough to behead me.” He actuallygrinnedat me! I could have slit his jugular, and the bastard wassmilingat me!

My roiling emotions couldn’t take this.

I shoved to my feet, moving away from him. When I glanced around the space, I realized that not only had Lucifer’s closest wolves stopped to stare, but so had the rest of the wolves training across the yard.

The illusion of a private training session shattered, and the weight of all those eyes on me was unbearable.

And yet, despiteallof that, I still wanted to rip his pants off his body and ride him into oblivion.

So, taking a page out of Deasley’s book, I ran away.

Lucifer and Deasley called after me, but I kept going until I was free from the palace walls.

Not far enough.

I kept going, running until I couldn’t hear anything behind me. An outbuilding was ahead, offering the seclusion I needed to hide away from the crazy embarrassment that threatened to send me spinning.

Ducking inside, I slid the door shut behind me, only then realizing where I was.

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