Page 40 of To Crave Deeply
I claimed her mouth with a ferocity that had her moaning deep into mine and I swallowed it all. Every sound she made because of me tasted like heaven on my tongue. My kiss was invasive, demanding, and I licked her from the inside out until she was writhing beneath me. I broke the kiss and smiled at the whimpers she uttered as I pulled back, but she was wearing too many clothes.
I pulled her up and ripped the fabric from her body. In seconds, she was naked and glorious and a vision of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Apart from her forearm. What the fuck was blood magic doing etched into her skin?
I was about to ask but she took my moment of distraction and pushed me back down into the mattress, straddling my hips.
“Later,” she mumbled, and I was lost to all thoughts of coherence as she rolled her hips over my cock.
Fuck. I could feel the dampness of her through my pyjama trousers and the slow roll of her slick heat against me had me pulsing with the need to take her. The bond between us roared with unsatisfied need and a wildness crept under my skin as I watched Lori take her pleasure from me.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her wetness on my skin, so I lifted her slightly and pulled the trousers from around my waist. A groan clawed its way out of my throat the instant I felt her centre against me without the barrier of my clothes.
She was magnificent. Her eyes bright with lust, her hair wild and tumbling around her, her skin flushed with desire, and I was in awe of her. She shamelessly rubbed herself along my length, rolling her hips to make sure it touched her in all the right places. And I watched her. I watched the point where we connected, where her pussy left that wetness along the length of my shaft, and it was dirty. So fucking dirty. But I didn’t care. I was going to fuck her, but not until she’d finished using me like I was her fucking favourite toy.
I could tell she was close, her movements turned frantic, and her nails dug into the skin on my chest. A hum started low in her throat and her flush deepened. Her mouth dropped open and that hum turned to a moan.
“That’s it, Lori. Come for me. I need to see it.”
Her back arched and her fingernails dug deeper. Her wild eyes met mine and she screamed my name. Her body quivered beneath my fingers, and I watched as her eyes closed and her head lolled backwards as she continued to ride the length of me through her orgasm.
If I wasn’t desperate for her before, I fucking was now.
I rolled her beneath me before flipping her onto her stomach. She yelped in surprise as I pulled her ass into the air and into my favourite position. She was so fucking beautiful and so goddamn wet.
I had to taste her, had to devour her.
I dragged my tongue along her slit with one long lick. Fuck, she tasted delicious. As delicious as the sins she deliberately fed me.
“Lucifer… please,” she moaned, and I grinned. I hadn’t even started yet.
I planted my mouth on her and she quivered.
“Lucifer... Oh, fuck… oh…”
I sucked her clit deep into my mouth and her words trailed off completely. I lavished her pussy with my tongue and teeth until she was bucking and grinding against my mouth. Her knees started to buckle, but before she dipped over the edge, I pulled away.
She looked over her shoulder at me and watched as I finally sank deep into her. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She was like wet velvet over my hard cock; so tight, so perfect, so mine.
I pulled out and slammed back into her, all thoughts of gentle love-making flying out the window as I felt her clench around me. There was no way I could be gentle with this desperate need rioting around me and demanding satisfaction.
I fucked her hard, and she moved with me, pushing back with the same ferocity that I was pumping into her. My fingers gripped her hips, hard enough to leave marks, but she didn’t seem to care. She was as lost as I was to chasing the pleasure, and it didn’t take long before she was coming around my cock, squeezing it and milking it, setting off my own release. I surrendered to it, to her, and I came so hard that blackness danced at the edge of my vision.
I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent and wonderfully satisfied. Lori curled up next to me and I couldn’t help but fall in love a little bit more.
A little purr of contentment escaped her lips as she settled into the crook of my neck and her fingers idly traced the mark on my chest. Strangely, it felt settled, like it recognised that Lori and I were closer, but I don’t understand it enough to know if that were true. There was one person I could speak to about it, but I haven’t spoken to her in centuries, and after what I did to her, I don’t think she’d ever speak to me again.
I looked down at Lori and the angry red marks scored into her forearm.
“I need you to tell me about this.”
Her eyes met mine and she swallowed. What the fuck had she gotten herself into now?
Chapter 15
LORI
To Lucifer’s credit, he listened patiently to everything, and the only sign of his growing temper was the deepening frown that nestled between his perfectly arched eyebrows and the subtle flare of his nostrils as his breathing increased. The fire that surrounded his pupils burned with his anger and almost overtook the stark blackness to engulf them in the fiery depths.
