Page 85 of Pray for Scars
I forget about everything when he slides all the way in, both hands back around my calves. He leans down and I gasp as he forces my thighs wider apart, fingers splayed against my skin as he forces himself deeper inside of me. So deep I swear to God I feel something pull beneath my navel and my eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me, Sid,” he says quietly. “I watched you with your brother. The least you can do is watch me while I fuck you.” He thrusts into me, hard, and I open my eyes, watching him. Hearing him groan, the slap of skin against skin as he pumps all the way into me with each stroke. The veins on his forearms are stark against his pale skin, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of me but he looks so angry, if it weren’t for the soft groans that seem to come from deep within his throat, I wouldn’t know if he was enjoying this or if he hated himself for it.
Maybe it’s both.
Because that’s how it feels for me, too.
Hatred and pleasure, entwined into one intoxicating haze of lust and something that might be more that I don’t want to shake. Not yet. There’ll be time for that later.
For the self-loathing. The regret.
But now…
He drives into me harder, his eyes hooded as he stares at me, unrelenting in his gaze and his pace. I try, at first, to bite back my moans, not wanting Jeremiah to have to hear that too, hoping he really is knocked out. Just for a little while.
Suddenly, Lucifer stops. He doesn’t pull out, but he stops moving. He spreads my legs wider, fingers wrapped around my inner thighs until the ache in them turns painful and I cry out. He stops, keeping me like that, and then one hand slides up higher, until his thumb brushes against my clit, circling slowly, almost teasingly. I clench around him inside of me, and he smiles.
“Do you need more, Lilith?” he asks me quietly.
Before I can ask what he means, he trails his fingers down, away from my clit, and slips a finger inside of me, beside his dick, stretching me further.
I moan, arching my back at the fullness, crying out his name.
He moves inside me, tugging at my pussy walls with his fingers.
“Do you want someone else to come join us?” he whispers. “My brothers are here. Do you want Maverick again?”
Why are they here?
My heart slams in my chest at what he’s asking, at his blue eyes on mine, brows furrowed, as if whatever I say next might just fucking kill him. I don’t dare look at Jeremiah.
I swallow and Lucifer adds another finger. I whimper, shifting my hips.
Surprising me, he frowns. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
I feel something I don’t want to. Something more than lust. Something…deeper, at those words. That small question of kindness.
I nod. “Yes,” I say, taking a deep breath. “But I don’t want them,” I whisper the words. I haven’t really wanted anyone since that night one year ago. Not like this. Not like I want him.
He moves, both his fingers and himself, in and out of me, slowly. “You sure?” he asks me, his words little more than a soft whisper.
“I’m sure.”
He stares at me a moment longer, not moving again, and then slowly glides his fingers out, bringing them to my clit. I arch my back again, eyes fluttering closed, and this time he doesn’t say anything, he just lets me drown in the feel of him.
When I get close to coming, my breathing grows faster and I moan his name again, clenching around his cock, still thrust inside of me.
“Come for me, Lilith.” The words sound less like a command and more like a plea, and after a moment longer, the pads of his fingers still circling over me, I do.
I gasp his name, eyes flying open, to see him staring at me as I come with him inside of me. He doesn’t stop until my breath slows, my heart, too.
Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks me off of him as he starts moving in and out again, until he finishes too, leaning all the way down toward me, stretching me tight, until his hands cradle my head.
He calls out my name,Sid,and I feel it again. My heart expanding, trying to fit around this demon boy that will probably kill me before this is all over with.
But maybe we’ll kill each other.
And maybe I don’t care if we do.
