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Another finger slid inside her, filling her. Pressure mounted in her core with each loving stroke. Faster and faster, his fingers and tongue worked their magic. All the while, his other hand gripped her ass, holding her in place no matter how much she attempted to squirm. His thumb scraped down the light dusting of red hair covering her mound to take over rubbing the bundle of nerves already on fire from the lavish treatment of his mouth. His tongue licked up and down her folds like a cat lapping up spilled milk bringing Diana once again to the edge of falling into a perfect oblivion of unbridled passion.

Without warning, he extracted his fingers from within her and his other hand from under her butt to press down on both hips, using the thumbs of each hand to spread her lips for his feasting tongue. Stars danced before her eyes with each lick coaxing her higher and higher until she exploded, screaming his name to the far reaches of the cavern where it echoed back in pulsating waves in synchronicity with her orgasm.

Before Diana could come down from her climax, Lucifer yanked her backward by the leg, dragging her to the edge of the rock where he then jerked her up to a sitting position while he stood. His beautiful cock throbbed, a bead glistening on its head. She so wanted to taste that little glob of creamy white, to run her tongue up and down his member like he’d tortured her with his tongue.

But he snatched her hand away when she reached for him.

“No, no. Another time.” Mischief glowed in his eyes, their golden amber hue more prevalent than before.

She’d never dream of disobeying him when he looked at her like that—like he would worship her while devouring her.

He hauled her ass halfway off the rock and rammed his enormous cock into her still-trembling cunt. No gentleness. No easing in for her to adjust to his size. The pain stunned her with its ferocity. Just as roughly, he pulled out and then thrust all the way back in with even more power than before.

Diana screamed out, first in intense pain, but then it faded and a new sensation engulfed her—the overwhelming need for him to dominate her. Her knees came up to plant onto the sturdy rock, angling her opening upward so he could drive in deeper and harder.

Their ragged panting filled the chamber in tandem with the pounding of their bodies and the out-of-control beating of their hearts.

“Yes, oh, yes!” Diana didn’t want it to end, but knew she could no longer hold back the earsplitting shout. The universe opened up to swallow her whole with the most fucking amazing fireworks made all the more earth-shattering with Lucifer’s roaring his own frenzied release.

IF DIANA THOUGHT SHE’D fall into a peaceful slumber to recuperate, she’d miscalculated. Lucifer didn’t even pull out of her. The moment their ragged breathing calmed, she felt his cock harden and lengthen. Pushing her back onto the rock, this time he gently moved in and out, teasing her from exhaustion to the peak of pleasure over and over again.

For hours, they made love... sometimes sweet and gentle; sometimes hurried and rough. Each time, satisfying, yet never enough.

Chapter 23

Escape from the Truth

In his arms, Diana slept peacefully. Lucifer watched her every breath, enraptured by the rise and fall of her chest. The hardness of his dick demanded he wake her again. In truth, he’d tried, but her exhaustion had been complete. She had not so much as stirred when he’d suckled her breasts.

Something deep within him howled in fury for being denied, but another—quieter but more insistent voice—commanded calmness, empathy, and rationality. Of course, the poor woman was exhausted after hours and hours of non-stop sex. She was a goddess, but not invincible by any means.

A thought passed that he could just do it anyway... Eventually she’d wake up, right?

But he knew that would be an even greater sin. Considering how fast sins were stacking up against him, he would never go that far.

Still, Lucifer could not rest, could not tamp down the raging hard-on he had.

Was this what had happened to his angel brothers and sisters?

That’s not what this is. This is far deeper than simple lust.

Then why the rage roiling in his heart?

He planted a chaste kiss to Diana’s cheek before pulling away from her, disengaging his arm from under her head. Despite everything, her hair still held the sweet scent of jasmine... now mixed with the sweeter scent of her sex.

There had to be another way to work off his excess energy—preferably, a violent way. The horror of what had happened, what he’d witnessed, blackened the divine light of love in his soul.

Being an archangel, he’d been responsible for plenty of bloodshed, but he’d never rejoiced in it even when his victims had committed unforgiveable sins against the Creator himself. He’d performed his duty, never questioning. He was a good son.

Now the endless barrage of questions circling his brain flared his temper. If he didn’t find an outlet soon, he feared the repercussions of his unleashed actions once he no longer could control himself.

Sex had kept the demons at bay, but now the visions of the angels—dismembered and in agony—opened the door for dark thoughts and emotions.

Careful, or you’ll be caught in the same trap.

The voice inside his head was not his own, but a whisper in a torrent of loud screams for vengeance. Divine vengeance.

Not possible if you stay here with the scrumptious Diana.

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