Page 48 of Crush's Fall

One of his hands slipped around her ribs. She fully expected him to release the clasp of her bra, but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed against her spine, causing her to arch her breasts toward him.

“Could spend hours doing this,” he said, and slid his tongue along the top edge of her bra.

Crush’s thighs were trembling with the need to have him inside of her. As much as she loved what he was doing, she needed more, and she needed itnow.

“Another time,” she said, and started untying her boots. She needed them off and out of the way so she could slip out of her jeans.

“Now,” he retorted, his arm a steel band around her.

Could she have broken the hold? Yes. He was strong, but she was a shifter. His strength would never match her own. She didn’t break the hold, though, but she wouldn’t admit to herself that it was because she felt safe in his arms.Nope. Not admitting that.

“Later,” she insisted and shoved off one of her boots.

She thought he agreed as he released her and went to work on the other boot. Once both boots were off and aside, Crush got rid of her torn tee and her bra. Then she twisted and dropped to her back on the carpet. Shoving her jeans and panties off, she watched as he did the same with his own boots and clothes.

Fuck.He was the hottest man she’d ever seen. He wasn’t overly bulky like Axle, nor was he slim and fit. He was the perfect balance of muscle, athleticism, and pure sex appeal. His golden skin was embellished with tattoos snaking up his arms, over his shoulders and across his collarbones. He also had tattoos along his right side that ended just below his armpit. None of them seemed to be of anything in particular, just a collection of swirls and ropes and barbed wire that showed what a twisted, complicated man he was. With the smattering of hair on his chest and that happy trail, along with the muscles and tattoos, he was gorgeous.A masterpiece of the Gods.

Before she could gather herself and make a move, Lucifer was on his stomach on the floor in front of her. He shouldered his way between her thighs and set about devouring her like a starving man. After licking up her slit and swirling around her clit, causing her to fist her hands in his hair, he sucked on one lip, then the other, moaning his pleasure. She wanted to moan too, but her breath was caught in her throat. The man knew what he was doing.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good, Sugartits,” he uttered before he began fucking her with his tongue. His hands gripped her hips, holding her against his mouth.

“Lucy,” she managed to croak out and yanked on his hair, forcing him to look up her body at her. “I want your cock.”

“Eventually,” he replied, and attempted to get back to what he was doing. Her hold on his hair prevented him, though.

“Now.”

He grinned. “Crush, you can try all you want to order me around outside of the bedroom, but when it comes to fucking, I’m—”

“If you think you’re in chargeever, we’re going to have a problem.”

He chuckled. “Or a really exciting sex life.” Holding her gaze, he snaked out his tongue and flicked her clit, making her thighs quake and her breath hiss out. “Yeah, this is going to be fun.” He went back to what he was doing, and she let him. They could argue about dominance later. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was wet and pulsating. She was aching for him, yearning to feel him inside of her. In that moment, she needed that orgasm like she needed air to breathe.

Twirling his tongue around her clit, he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them just right to rub against her g-spot with each pass.

“Lucy,” she moaned as her hips moved with him, rubbing her core against his face, seeking that needed climax.

“Yeah, Sugartits, rub that pussy all over my face,” he said before he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, sending her careening off of the cliff into the orgasm.

Her thighs clamped around his head as she arched back and let her pleasure wash over her. She knew she was saying something, but damn if she knew what it was. All she knew was her pleasure and Lucifer.

When the pleasure started to wane and Crush fell back down to reality, Lucifer didn’t give her time to do anything but hold on. He shifted until he was over her. With her thighs around his waist and holding himself up with one hand, he palmed his erection with his other and stared down at her.

When he didn’t enter her, she slapped at his chest. “What in the fuck are you waiting for?”

Lucifer

Crush glared up at him. “What in the fuck are you waiting for?”

Lucifer grinned and bent down. He nipped her chin and replied, “I was giving you a chance to stop what’s about to happen, but since you obviously don’t want that chance…” He slammed into her with one hard thrust, her pussy clamping down on his erection in a death grip. “Fuck.”

Once again, her head flew back and her body arched, a clear sign that she was enjoying him. Eager to keep those feelings flowing, Lucifer pulled back and slammed in again, repeating that motion, while trying not to lose his fucking mind with how amazing she felt.

He’d had sex before,a lot of sex, and he’d enjoyed it immensely. During all of that sex, never had he ever felt like his world was falling apart and falling together all at the same time. Never… until Crush.

Looking down into her eyes, he wanted to tell her. He wanted to open his heart and pour it all out for her, let her know how she affected him, what she meant to him, but he didn’t. She wasn’t ready for that. Instead, he soaked in the greenish-gold light her eyes were giving off and took solace in the fact that he was her mate, whether she had admitted it or not.

“Lucy,” she breathed.

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