Page 83 of Devil Bound
I heard the desperate noises I was making.Lucifer had reduced me to a whimpering mess.He squeezed my hand—oh, he was still holding my hand, apparently hadn’t let go—while the fingers of his other hand spread lube around my hole.
“Nelly,” he said, tempting me to look into his eyes.“What do you want right now?”
He was the worst.I wanted to be back home, alone in my rickety bed in my cold apartment with curtains that were too thin and always let the light in too early in the morning.I wanted to eat ramen on the couch I’d saved from the curb.
Damn him.I wanted him to hold me and say my name.I wanted the warmth of his lips and the spice and fire taste of his mouth, the smell of him that reminded me so much of a home I’d never had.I wanted him to hold me and say my name, over and over and over.I wanted to have never met him, and I wanted to never let him go.
“I…” I took a steadying breath.“I want your cock inside of me.”That was the best I could do.
Rather than smirk or make fun of me, Lucifer kissed me until stars flickered on and off in front of my eyes.
“Good boy.Sweet Nelly.”
He straightened, kneeling between my legs.The absence of his weight on top of mehurt.He lifted my legs and pulled me down until he had me where he wanted me, looking down at me with his sharp blue eyes.
“Shh.You’re so very pretty, such a delight,” he murmured.
His hand roamed down my thighs then back up to my chest as if to soothe me, damn him.He stroked and teased my nipples, forcing tension back into my muscles within seconds.
The touch vanished as suddenly as it had started, and he finally let go of my hand.I blinked my eyes open to see him squeezing lube into his hands to slick himself up.That was mesmerizing.He was so big, and his fingers running up and down that length to spread the lube… I’d never seen anything as sexy as that.
Once he was done with his cock, he squeezed more lube into his hands and brought his fingers back to my hole.
“You want me here?”he asked, circling.I bit my lip and nodded.Lucifer’s eyelids drooped a little, and he brought one hand up to my face.“Stop that.You’ll hurt yourself again.”He ran a slick finger along the side of my mouth until I released my lip.“Relax.”
He adjusted me once more, and I looked down as he lined up that massive cock of his.The tip pushed inside slowly, filling me, stretching me.The plug had prepared me to take him, and being stretched even wider by his girth was so damn good.
I moaned.It sounded too loud to my own ears, but I couldn’t stop myself, not when he kept filling me.His hands on my hips kept me where I was, and the distance between our bodies was shrinking.The burn of having him fully inside me radiated out and up my spine, short-circuiting my brain, and left me a creature of pure want.
He was watching me.Had he been doing that all this time?Watching me?Fuck.He looked like some sort of…some bird of prey ready to close his talons around a small mammal.That was sexy.It shouldn’t be sexy.I had to remember that this was totally not sexy at all and—
The bastard rolled his hips.My thoughts disintegrated like mortar crumbling under the weight of centuries.All of a sudden, his whole body was pressed against me, his mouth on mine, and I had my hands in his kitty-cat hair.He thrust again.I gasped, but he swallowed the sound, groaning against my lips when my grip on his too-soft hair tightened.
I was about to come, but he just kept going, those slow gyrations of his hips making me squirm and arch my spine so I could get more friction.I dug my nails into his scalp, and he growled and slammed his hips against me, hard.The noises he made were primal, like darkness come alive, made flesh, and given desire and hands to feed it.
Then, his lips against mine vanished.No, not vanished.
“Come for me.Let me feel you go soft all around me,” he whispered into my ear.
He thrust, rolling those powerful hips of his.I screamed.At least I think it was me.
I came in bursts of sticky cum that slicked my chest and his.I was sort of out of it as the waves of my orgasm washed through me, as he rode me through them, but I heard his voice, giving me encouragement and praise.Then everything went silent and bright, warm.Never before had coming felt like this or left me so adrift, out of my own body.
I wanted him close, and I wanted him to finish so he could hold me.I opened my eyes again, having squeezed them shut somewhere during my high.He was watching me, his eyes blue fire, passion, unbridled lust.
Sound came back on, but he’d stopped speaking, was now moaning instead, and that quickening noise of skin meeting skin told me he was chasing his own release.
There was something scary about watching him like this.He was powerful, and there was just no hiding it now.I didn’t feel any of his magic exactly, but even a non-magic user would’ve been able to tell that he was more than just your average man.There was a beast beneath that alabaster skin all right, and right now, he was my beast.
I felt his release inside of me.He moaned, heat flooding into me, reaching deep and filling me.My muscles clenched around him, and I shivered as he collapsed on top of me, caging me in with his body.
All of it was surreal, and while I saw everything, I took in the experience like someone watching an event unfold in a darkened movie theater.It was as if I were floating, but not for long.
Lucifer shifted his weight off of my chest and turned my face with his hand until I was looking at him.I was so glad he didn’t say anything, just kissed me.It was a sweet, gentle kiss that had me shivering all over again.He made it last, and I focused on the kiss, nothing else.
Eventually, I came back to myself, and that surreal feeling vanished.I felt my body again—toes, fingers, the soft sheets I lay on, Lucifer’s nearness, his warmth.
“Good boy,” he whispered after he broke that kiss that had tethered me to the here and now.
