Page 54 of Crush's Fall

He gripped her hips and positioned her with her back to the spray. Without asking, he grabbed the bodywash and squirted some in his large hands. Crush just watched as he worked the soap into a lather.

In the next moment, his lips pressed against hers as his soapy hands slid up her sides and over to her breasts. As he cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands, he forced his tongue past her lips and tickled hers.

Crush moaned and opened up to him, allowing him to kiss her properly, but she wasn’t about to stand there and let him do whatever he wanted. She would be an active partner in their shower games. To make that point, she nipped at his tongue as she pushed him back against the wall of the shower opposite the showerhead.

When his back hit the stone, he broke the kiss and grinned at her. “There’s my feisty woman.”

Crush rolled her eyes. “Shut up,” she ordered as she dropped to her knees.

One of the great things about Lucifer being her mate was it didn’t take much to make him ready. His erection staring her in the face proved that. Without a second’s thought, she wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Looking up into his chocolate brown eyes filled with lust, she smirked before she leaned forward and swallowed him down, chuckling when he groaned, and his head fell back against the stone.

As she bobbed and sucked, she noticed the tension in his thighs and his abdomen. He was holding back. She didn’t want that. She wanted the aggressive, forward, pushy man who had been brazenly demanding her attention for months.

Glaring at him as she continued her rhythm on his cock, she unleashed her claws and raked them down his thighs, careful not to break skin. The action had the effect she desired. As he moaned her name, his hands went into her hair and fisted as his hips slammed forward and he began to fuck her mouth.

“Is that what you want?” His growled question went straight to her clit as he rolled his hips and continued to fuck her.

She moaned around his cock in answer. Retracting her claws, she held onto his thighs and let him do what he wanted.

It wasn’t until she released one of his thighs to snake her hand down between her legs, with the intention of playing with her clit, that he changed what he was doing.

In the next moment, he pulled her off his cock and forced her to her feet with a tug of her hair.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he gritted out as he turned her and slammed her against the stone wall.

Crush chuckled. “If you were about to come too fast, just say that.”

Lucifer grinned, wrapped his arms around her, gripped her ass, and lifted. Crush bit her bottom lip to stop herself from grinning back at him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Sugartits, if you think I don’t have the stamina to fuck you, that sounds like a challenge.” Staring into her eyes, he slid into her and set a hard, fast rhythm, curling his hips just right to scramble her brain with each stroke and stealing her ability to breathe normally.

As she sucked in a breath, the greenish-gold light came from her eyes, bathing the room.

“Yeah, you like that,” he bit out, putting more power in his thrusts.

Not wanting to be outdone, Crush did her best to pull her senses together enough to move her hips in tandem to his, building and enhancing the sensations for both of them. They were on the edge. She could tell he was right there with her, and she wanted to be the one to push them over that cliff. She wanted to be the catalyst for his bliss in more ways than just being the body he used for his pleasure.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she unhooked one leg from his waist and extended it, searching for something to use for leverage. The ball of her foot and her toes came in contact with the handle on the door. Using that, she intensified her movements while taking his mouth in a deep, wet kiss.

Three strokes later, they moaned together as each of them went sailing off the edge into euphoria, a wave of pleasure taking them under, just as the handle of the door clattered to the floor.

Lucifer

Leaning against the back of the couch, with a towel around his waist, Lucifer watched as Crush ran a brush through her hair. He loved the purple ends and how they looked with the natural dark brown of her hair. More than anything, he liked to get a good grip on her tresses as he plowed into her. She seemed to like a bite of pain with her orgasm, and he was more than happy to give that to her.

Hell, whatever she wanted, he would give her. If she wanted him to tie her up and spank her ass, count him in. If she wanted him to gag her and fuck her ass,yes, please. If she wanted him to gaze into her eyes and fuck her slow but hard, he would do it. Lucifer wanted to experience it all with Crush. The dirty and the sensual. Anything and everything there was for two people to do, he wanted to do it with her.

“Quit staring at me like that.”

He grinned. “But I love you.”

She winced. “And quit saying that.”

“But it’s true. I love you.”

She turned to face him and glared. “Stop it.”

“Why? It’s true. I—” Then he ducked to avoid the brush that came flying, hard and fast, at his face.

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