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Lionel
IwatchedasLucifercame closer.And closer.Fuck, but he had nice eyes, so bright and blue…and he smelled good, like fire in a cold night.“Let’s find out what keeps you going,” he’d said, whichhadto be hyperbole because…because…
I mostly hoped it was hyperbole, but a small part of me wished it wasn’t.Heat pooled in my belly as he stopped, looming over me now, with eyes like twin moons, hair like fluffy night clouds, and a mouth like…I wasn’t sure, but he was getting closer, and his lips looked really soft.
“Be good for me, Nelly.”
I opened my mouth to protest, to inform him that I had no intention of, a) being good, or b) being good for him, but that turned out to be a tactical mistake.
His lips connected with mine, and there was a kiss.I was kissing the Devil while naked in his bed, and by sheer accident, I ended up sort of moaning into his mouth.And then, given that accidents happened in pairs, he accidentally took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, which was exactly what he did, and that was really bad.Because it was really fucking good.
I may possibly have passed out at some point.Well, I didn’t, but you know that moment after taking a bite of something so delicious that it just about gives your mouth an orgasm and you think you did?That was what happened.
Yeah, Lucifer the fucking Devil his own damn self had given me a mouth orgasm.He loomed over me once more, a satisfied expression plastered on his handsome face as if he knew exactly what he’d done.He was the worst.
“Look at you, babe.”
“Huh?”I said, my brain still focused on the mouth orgasm.
By the time I realized that probably needed a follow-up, he’d already scrambled off the bed and started stretching, fuckingstretchingand rolling his shoulders as if he were about to go on a run.He walked around the bed until he was at the foot of it, right across from me.
“Lose the sheet.I want to see you.”
“I-is that really necessary?”
He cocked his head.“Is it necessary for me to see you while we make love?”
I snorted.Make love?That was immortals for you, never quite picking the right words because the way language changed around them escaped them.
“Well, we’re just going to… I mean, under the covers is fine, right?”
He looked like he’d discovered maggots in his mascarpone.“Nelly, you’re going to want to see this.”
He pulled his shirt off, then let his hand hover around the waistband of his pants and, yeah, okay, he looked all right.Alabaster skin.Very hot.Defined.Ready to be cast in bronze.
“Erm…”
“Babe, lose the sheet.”
He didn’t get to boss me around, not after leaving me up here to wait for him, but fuck, I couldn’t say that.It sounded like something a boyfriend would say, and I would not let him pressure me into this damn charade again.
Since I couldn’t think of what else to do and I still wanted this to end, I did as ordered, attempting a big reveal with the sheet, which got caught on my right foot.Oh well.
After that stunt with the kissing, I was well on my way to being very hard again, and that made the Devil smile.He was the worst.Underneath that smooth, perfect alabaster skin, he was the absolute worst.
“Happy now?”I’d meant the words to come out biting, but I sounded like some shy vir—like I’d never done this before.
“You’re very pretty, babe.And don’t worry, you’ll get to touch all you want soon enough.”He started on his pants.
“Touch?”
“Yeah.”He pulled down the zipper.“You’ve been staring like you’ve never seen a real man before.”
“That’s not—” And down came his pants.And my jaw.Well, okay.He was…sizable.And not even fully hard yet.“Uhh…”
His legs, suited to all manner of strenuous exercise, plus the slim waist completed a very sexy package, and I realized how foolish all this was.
