Page 181 of Hell Bound

I pumped into her, her body tensing around me with each thrust. Lilith gasped loudly, her nails digging into the dirt as I quickened my pace.

My control was slipping, her tightness too much to handle. I tried to slow down, leaning forward to kiss her back, her shoulders, trying to regain my sense of self.

Make it last. Treasure every sensation.

But the writhing beneath me was driving me mad. Her wetness coated me, her inner walls squeezing my cock like she was trying to make me come now.

I gently wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her up, my thighs keeping her legs parted for me. She rode up and down, gasping with every breath, the smell of apple blossoms from her hair enveloping me.

I went harder and faster, driving my cock into her again and again.

She moaned, bouncing on me, and my balls tightened. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

On the final intense thrust, her eyes flew open, her body tense and shuddering. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, her back arching her against me as the orgasm tore through her.

I groaned at the sensation, thrusting into her again until the heat in my balls was unbearable.

Come shot out of me, filling my gasping succubus as she clenched around me.

Our panting breaths mingled as I held her against me, my face buried in her hair.

I raised my head, looking at the dark mass that flowed over her shoulder. Only once before had I really seen the strands that glimmered with their own internal light… and that time had been short.

We’d been separated almost instantly after they’d lit like this—the dead giveaway to Asmodeus that Lilith had been sexually sated by another.

Beads of light slid through the strands as I wrapped a red lock around my finger.

Lilith finally wriggled off me, turning around so she could sit in my lap.

I released the lock, tucking it back over her shoulder, and ducked my head to kiss the fine line of her collar bone.

But Lilith was frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my inner wolf immediately worried that I’d displeased her somehow.

She wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was focused on a point over my shoulder.

I turned my head, but there was nothing behind us but a wide expanse and the copse of trees that shielded the stream.

“Lilith.”

She blinked and shook her head a little, as though she’d been in a daze. But that frown was still there.

“There’s… you have wings, Lucifer.”

A sharp jolt of pain, even anger, coursed through me. “My wings were burned away when the curse was sprung.”

But the anger faded quickly, becoming concern.

Maybe the stream water hadn’t been as clean as I’d thought, and she was now sick and hallucinating inconceivable things.

Maybe she’d had a memory of the wings, and after the shock of nearly being drowned, she was superimposing that memory on reality…

But I couldn’t help but flex the muscles in my back, as though the long-absent weight of my wings would be there.

Nothing. That sense of loss remained, the sense of something missing.

“That may be true—” There was a definite edge to her tone, as though I’d offended her, “—But I’m literally looking at your wings right now.”

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