Page 45 of To Crave Madly
“Lori, you need to stop thinking those thoughts.” His hands clenched my hips as he tried to keep his desire in check.
“Why?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper.
He groaned. A sound of need. His hands slipped up the curve of my waist as he lowered his head closer to mine. Oh, god. His lips were so close to mine.
Heat flooded my veins. His scent surrounded me. He smelt like fire and smoke, woodsy with a hint of bittersweet caramel.
“Because you’re testing my resolve. I wanted to fuck you in my bed.” He nipped at my bottom lip. Desire throbbed at the juncture of my thighs and I slipped further down the length of his thighs, settling my core on the hard length of him. The growl that hit my lips was sinfully desperate. I wanted to taste it. To lick the inside of his mouth and taste his need for me. And I wanted it now.
I rolled my hips against his, eliciting another moan from that beautiful mouth. My fingers threaded through the silken strands of his hair as I hovered my mouth over his.
“I can’t wait that long, Lucifer. I want you now.”
The moan that left his lips at my words was fucking sinful and it did pleasurable things to my insides. His lips collided with mine and he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, stealing my breath and claiming me as his own. The coppery tang of blood hit my tongue under the ferocity of his kiss. I didn’t care. I couldn’t think about anything but the feel of him against me. The hard lines of him meeting my soft curves.
My hands gripped the edge of his top and I yanked it upwards. I was so needy, so desperate that I knew this wasn’t going to be tender. I didn’t want tender. I wanted the Devil and I wanted him to ruin me.
Lucifer broke the kiss and pulled back to remove his shirt. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Every muscle defined and on display. My hands explored all the dips and planes, all the way down to the top of the delicious V that was on show. He captured my wrists just before I reached the waistband of his trousers. I groaned in frustration.
“Uh-uh, little dove. The towel has to go first.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I leant up on my knees and his hands fell to the backs of my thighs to hold me steady. His skin was hot against mine, like he had the very fire of Hell burning through his veins.
In one swift motion, I pulled the towel from my body. His eyes devoured me. There wasn’t an inch of skin where I didn’t feel the heat of his gaze. I thought I’d feel embarrassed but all I felt was worshipped.
His hands slid over the curve of my ass and rested in the small of my back. He pulled me closer and pressed soft kisses against my abdomen. He worked his mouth up my skin, nipping and licking, until he finally reached my breasts. My nipples were hard and pebbled in the cool air, demanding the hot touch of his mouth.
He didn’t keep me waiting long. He was clearly as desperate for this as I was. His soft mouth encased my nipple, and I felt his teeth brush the tip gently before pinching it sharply. I yelped at the sudden sting, but then his tongue brought soothing relief as he sucked my nipple. A bolt of desire shot straight to my core. It felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop. I had to rest my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he repeated the same exquisite torture on the other side. I whimpered and mewled beneath his touch. He was working my body into a frenzy and the juncture at my thighs was throbbing painfully. I needed more.
Lucifer must have sensed my growing desperation through the bond. His hands gripped my hips harshly before he turned us around and threw me down on the bed. I watched as he divested himself of his trousers and stood before me in all his naked glory.
There were no words.
He was glorious and I drank in the sight of him like a woman starved.
I unabashedly took in every line of his exquisite physique, from the hard lines of his chest to the firm muscles in his thighs.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, reminding me of our first encounter.
I grinned wickedly and shook my head. “I’ve seen better.”
His tongue darted out across his lips as he tasted my lie. The moan that left his lips had my body tightening with need. “I love it when you lie to me.” He stalked towards me like a predator staring down his prey. His mouth hovered over mine as he settled his weight between my thighs. “They always taste so fucking delicious.”
He crashed his lips against mine. Our tongues entwined ferociously as he devoured my mouth. His hands were everywhere, my jaw, my side, my breast, my hip. There wasn’t an inch of me that he didn’t explore. But I wanted more. I craved him with a madness that had my body aching to be filled by him.
I broke the kiss. “I need you.”
He gripped my thigh firmly and hooked my knee around his hip, placing his body at the perfect angle to enter me. His eyes burned into mine intently as he looked down at me. There was so much emotion staring back at me that my heart clenched in my chest. I could feel the passion he felt for me flaring in the mark on my chest. This was it. The point of no return, and Lucifer was waiting for me to claim him with as much ferocity as he wanted to claim me.
“Take me, Lucifer. I’m yours.”
He drove into me with one sharp thrust. My back arched off the bed and my mouth dropped open in a silent moan of pleasure. It felt like I had waited so long for this moment that I wanted to make it last forever.
He started slowly at first, savouring every second he moved within me. My hips rose to meet his eagerly, driving him to move quicker. His movements became rougher. Frantic. Frenzied. And I met him thrust for thrust. We climbed higher towards our final release until, with a wicked smirk, Lucifer stopped and brought me down from the edge, denying me that climax.
His thrusts slowed down until they were long and deep, slow and sensual. He’d bring me to the edge and then change pace just to deny me the pleasure. I groaned in frustration. Whatever game he was playing, I was going to make him lose. He might be the King of Torture, but I was learning fast how to get a rise out of him. I rolled my hips at the perfect angle, scored my nails down his back, and nipped at his lips until his jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell with short, sharp breaths.
Lucifer wanted to make me back down, wanted me to submit to him but, in the end, it was he who gave in first. A guttural growl was ripped from his chest as he picked up the pace and fucked me roughly. I hung on for dear life, my fingers leaving red welts in his shoulder. Lucifer pounded into me until my senses were overloaded with him. He overwhelmed me until… I exploded.
