Page 45 of Devil Bound
Imoaned.Again.
That was a prelude to a walk of shame I didn’t want to do.
Lucifer chuckled and bent over me, claimed my mouth.His kisses before had been uninvited if hot.This one was that too, but also ridiculously possessive.
I gasped into his mouth.The tip of his pinky had somehow slid under my waistband while he steadied me as he rubbed his hard-on against my back.He was still fully clothed, but it hardly mattered.He was big enough that I felt him through all the layers.
I couldn’t focus on his hand, not with his tongue tracing my bottom lip before diving into my mouth.I tried biting down again, but the way he held my body pressed against his and my head angled back, I couldn’t get my jaw to close on that invading tongue.
And why the fuck were his lips so soft?His hair was bad enough.I couldn’t let myself think about his lips or his warm breath washing over me.I also couldn’t think anything along the lines of,Wow, I’ve never been kissed like this before.Marc Deacon back at the orphanage had been my first kiss, and that had been…nice-ish.Also awkward as fuck, but I needed a distraction from those perfect lips.
Lucifer’s hand wandered; not far enough that he could give me any stimulation, the kind I was secretly craving, but the temptation was there.He placed his hand just above my right pants pocket.I could have ground into it with a single twist of my hips, but I was a professional necromancer with lots of willpower, and I wasn’t going to stoop that hot—low.I wasn’t going to stoop that low.
Lucifer’s arm was a line of heat across my abdomen, and all of a sudden, his teeth nipped my lips.The next thing I knew, he’d shifted his hand from my left nipple to my right, and the sound I made in the back of my throat was completely involuntary.
Holy fuck.An aching cold marked the absence of his touch, and sizzling heat ran through my other nipple, and I just…
I sort of bucked as I tasted his lips against mine again and came in my pants.
I was coming.
In my pants.
With the Devil’s hands all over me.
His own still-hard and ready cock was practically rubbing a hole in my back through our clothing.This could not be fucking happening.I wanted to die of embarrassment, because no way was I going to live and figure out what to do about the mess in my jeans without taking my pants off in front of Lucifer.
Even as my body jerked and shivered against him, his mouth smothering all the aching noises I made as he held me, I felt something overtake me—his power, most likely.I let it, and my eyelids grew heavy.
I passed clean out, surely the first necromancer in history to faint with cum in his pants and the Devil’s tongue in his mouth.
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Lucifer
Nellytensedinmyarms, my mere touch giving him sweet pleasure he could have asked for at any point since our first meeting.My smile grew, and I looked forward to making him regret his stubbornness, but that anticipation was short-lived.
The sex smell was unmistakable.Glorious.He’d come for me, my necromancer.So responsive.I buried my nose in his hair and breathed him in.
But then he went limp.His energy—everything went right out of him, and before I could unwrap him like a Saturnalia present and have my fill of him, he…passed out?
“Nelly.Nelly, stop pretending.”
I gently shook him.It made his head roll back against my chest, his mouth slack and half-open, drool running down his chin.
“Nelly?”
He didn’t respond.I peeled his right eyelid open, careful of his long lashes, and saw only white.
Never before had a lover passed out in my bedroom this early into an evening’s activities.I was good—I knew I was good at parceling out pleasure and using it as both reward and punishment—but this?This was not how my boyfriend should respond to me.This was humiliating, especially since we hadn’t even got to the point where I showed him my cock.If this had happened after the big reveal, sure, I could have understood.My cock was pretty impressive, after all, and it would have made perfect sense for him to keel over at the sight of it, but my Nelly had barely kissed me.
I lifted my chin and carefully adjusted my hold on him, much like they had taught during all those CPR courses.I remembered all the stuff about protecting your human lover’s spine.I bent over him just to make sure he was breathing and didn’t need actual CPR, but his chest rose and fell, slowly, as if he was in a deep sleep.It was a far cry from his vehement shyness about being with me for our first night.
“It’s fine.This could’ve happened to anyone,” I said as I very carefully maneuvered him toward the bed.
I put him down, supporting his neck as if he were an infant, and the sight of him on my sheets, in this room, didn’t help my straining cock at all.
A scratching noise at the door made me turn, and as if she sensed it, Soul gave a low bark.
