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Instead I kiss his eyelids as he slows inside of me, as I clench my legs tighter around him. I trail those kisses down his nose, coming over his full lips. He opens his mouth to me, and I take from him, my tongue sweeping in as he stills. We break apart, reluctantly, and he presses his head against my chest, breathing hard.
I kiss his hair, run my hands through his soft black curls.
We’re coated in sweat and I’m coated in him.
I don’t care.
This will be the last time. I won’t have his child. But I don’t care. Because I want this too. Slowly, he eases himself out of me.
He gazes down at me, and he’s on all fours now over me, his eyes trailing down my breasts. He dips his head and swirls his tongue along one nipple and then the other. I arch my back, pressing into him, even though I’m aware the sun has set. Even though I know it’s only darkness outside now.
He runs his tongue down my stomach, letting his teeth scrape against me as he does. I watch his head go lower, until he flicks his tongue on my clit.
I gasp, breathing hard, my hands tangling in his hair.
He moves lower, his entire mouth on me. He doesn’t seem to care that he just spilled himself inside of me. He darts his tongue in anyway, then up my slit, flicking my clit again.
He moves that way, back and forth, groaning at the taste of me, until I feel it, that orgasm tightening in my core.
And when I come, moaning his name softly as I do, it feels like the world is finally giving me a piece of everything it’s ever owed me.
I say his name again and again,Lucifer, like a prayer. Like a confession. Like a secret.
When I’m done, my orgasm echoing through my body still, he lifts his head and gazes at me, smiling.
“I fucking love it when you say my name,” he says, and then he kisses my inner thigh, sucking my skin between his teeth. It’ll leave a mark. Just like when he came inside of me, he’s trying to brand me.
To keep me.
It’s like he knows he can’t.
He crawls up my body, and his lips find mine again.
We kiss each other until I think our lips will be bruised. When he finally pulls away, he runs a hand down my body, like he had that first night in the woods.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my ear.
I smile, letting myself believe that lie. Letting myself savor him saying those words just one more time.
“Let’s go burn the world,” I murmur against his neck.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Halloween Night, Present
We don’t bother fixingour makeup. It looks more sinister this way, smeared around the edges, our teeth dragged into jagged fangs. The sockets of my eyes are warped, and Lucifer’s makeup bleeds down his throat, down into the reaches of the hoodie he shucks back on.
We dress quickly, Ezra calling our name down below.
And then we head down, the knife back in my back pocket.
Mayhem grins at me when we come downstairs, all four of them sitting together on the couch in the living room. I notice they have guns, too.
“Have fun up there?” Mayhem asks, directing his question to Lucifer.
I feel my face heat but head for the door.
“Aw, don’t run off, Angel,” Mayhem calls after me. “Maybe someone else wants a turn—”
