Page 122 of Like Grim Death: Part One
My chest is tight, my entire body is sweating, my dick growing harder still, and everything is winding up, and up, and up as she works her full lips over me, her hot tongue flicking against my head, then her mouth devouring me again as her fingers work in tandem to get me closer, and closer, and…
I’m going to fucking come.
I squeeze her roughly, one last time, then I drag my hand up to my mouth, tasting her as I fist her hair and she deepthroats me one more time before I’m fucking coming, her pelvis grinding against my leg as she whimpers around me, still pumping me with her hand, scratching me with her other.
I’m emptying into her mouth, biting my own hand, savoring the taste of her as I groan her name.“Lilith. Fuck, baby girl.”
It feels so fucking good, emptying into her hot little mouth.Shefeels so fucking good.
I fucking love this girl.
It’s the only thought in my head as my body gradually relaxes after bursting, my fingers loosening in her hair, but my stomach muscles jump as she trails her mouth up my shaft one last time. A hiss escapes my lips, then she’s planting her hands on my abs, crawling up my body.
She takes my face in her hands. I’m fucking spent, tired as hell from the past few nights, exhausted from all the new bullshit the 6 are doing to us, from feedings with my son the past couple months—he’s now two months old, and of course I fucking missed the date, but I saw the black balloons—and from introducing a new soul into this nightmare of a world. But all the worries, stress, doubts, terrifying fears, everything seems to fade away as Lilith’s mouth comes to mine. Soft, as I lay my arms spread at my side, just letting her take over.
She kisses me, and I don’t mind the taste of myself on her.
Her lips are soft, the kiss gentle, but she flicks her tongue across my mouth, and I open, letting our tongues twine softly together, circling and looping and tasting one another.
Her fingertips are gentle on my jaw.
We kiss this way for long minutes, enough that my heart rate slows, calming, and the feel of her warmth perched on my body is enough to lull me to sleep.
She pulls away, but her nose is pressed to mine, and under heavy lidded eyes, mine see hers.
Silver. Beautiful. My unholy little heathen.
My wife.
“I love you.” Her words sound choked. Tangled.
I keep my arms by my side, surrendering to her for once. “Yeah?” I ask, the word a whisper.
She smiles in the dark, and I can feel it against my lips as she turns her head. “I love you so much, Lucifer.”
I let my eyes flutter closed. “You’re my whole life.” I’ve never meant anything more. But as I hold her in my arms and together we drift off into our heads, I’m thinking of Julie. Of Finn. Sevryn. Ortus. All the things I haven’t told her.
I only hope when she finds out she’ll forgive me for it as easily as she did tonight.
There’s a tall,shadowy figure standing at the end of the hall.
I stand in front of my son’s room, my fingers on the cool, silvery doorknob, and I wonder if I’m asleep right now.
I blink, fatigue heavy on my chest. Screams echo inside my head, chants from a man’s voice.Your children are evil.
Evil.
It reminds me of a movie I watched recently, curled on the couch waiting for Lucifer to come home, but this feels so real.
My skin crawls and I tighten my hold on the doorknob. The dark hardwoods seem to tilt the longer I stare at the figure, a strange angle like in horror movies. And right now, in this moment, delirious from lack of sleep, it feels like that’s what my life has become.
A horror film.
I try to breathe, but it’s as if I have a phantom plastic bag over my nostrils, my mouth. Like I can’t get in any air, like I’m going to suffocate.
I blink again, trying to focus on reality. What’s tangible, like the floor beneath my feet. Lucifer across the hall.
But lately, it’s felt like Lucifer is lying to me, no matter the truths he gave me last night.
