Lucifer’s Daughter(34)

I didn"t know what to say. The thought of my mere existence being so important to someone else frightened me, and at the same time elated me. In his eyes, I mattered.



Softly, he stroked my lower lip with his thumb. “I meant what I said. I love you. I would give anything to be with you. It matters not that we"ve known each other only a few days. It matters not who your father is. All that matters is that I be by your side. That you love me in return. Do you love me?”

Openly crying, I tried to shake my head; I tried to lie. And couldn"t. Oh, the irony. Lucifer"s daughter, unable to lie, even to save the man she loved. “I love you, too. But--”

He kissed me, hard. “No buts. I"m an old-fashioned man, which means as the man, from now on, I get to call the shots.”

I would have protested, but he Frenched me when I opened my mouth. Tired of fighting what we both wanted, I relaxed in his arms. At my unspoken signal, he lay me down on the bed. With deft hands, he stripped me. I felt no shame as he looked upon my body. I knew my curves were lush and beautiful, a fact I saw confirmed in the smokiness of his gaze. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his briefs. My eyes widened and I let out a sound at the sight of his erect shaft. Now there was a tool made for sinning.

Surrounded by ebony curls, it stood proud and thick. I reached for him and Auric eagerly came to me, his heavy body covering mine, skin to skin.

I let my legs fall apart so his body could nestle between my thighs, and I arched up eagerly against him.

“Patience,” he whispered, as he drank from my lips. “I want to make your first time a special memory.”

I let him take control, contenting myself with touching the parts I could reach--his silky hair, his muscled shoulders. He kissed every inch of my body, starting at my lips and working his way down. The bristles on his jaw chafed deliciously against the delicate skin of my neck. His lips, when they covered my nipple, felt like lava, and the tug of desire that shot from my nipple to my crotch made me cry out. His hand kneaded one breast, while his mouth toyed with the other. His lips pulled and sucked at my aureole, making it tight and hard. Then he switched to my other breast and started the torture all over again.

I had to close my eyes. I couldn"t watch him without wanting to scream for him to take me. I knew Auric would make me his only when he felt ready.

Finally, his wet mouth traced its way down my belly, inching toward the wet core between my legs. I tensed in anticipation, so he teased me, his lips bypassing my pussy and clit to kiss my soft inner thigh. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wider exposing myself, taunting him to taste me. He chuckled between my thighs and his warm breath tickled me.

“Soon, my sweet Muriel,” he murmured. Still nibbling the soft flesh of my thighs, he surprised me when he inserted one finger into my wet cleft. He ran that finger around the edge almost as if he stretched me.



I cried out when his mouth finally found my clit. He laved it with his tongue and lips, and I could feel my pussy going into mini convulsions, especially when he inserted more fingers into the opening of my sex and stretched me even wider.

With my head thrashing from side to side, I moaned at the exquisite feelings he wrung from my body. And when I finally felt his pulsing thickness nudging my lips, I almost sobbed in relief.

But the feel of him poking me made me think of something--safety. “Um, shouldn"t you be putting on a condom or something right about now?” My sex-crazed sisters had drilled the concept of safe sex into me at an early age.

“Angels, even fallen ones, are like vamps and shape shifters. The diseases of mortal men have no hold on us.”

I liked his answer, for I wanted nothing, not even a thin layer of latex, to dull the feel of him inside me. “In that case then, what are you waiting for?”

Our little conversation, though, had slowed things down; something he quickly remedied when he latched his mouth onto my nipple and sucked, while the tip of his prick rubbed against me. In no time at all, he had me mindless again, and panting.

“Please,” I said, not ashamed to beg. I wanted him so badly, it almost hurt.

He braced his body above me and paused. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him through heavy lids.

“I love you, Muriel,” he said, his green eyes shining. Then he thrust into me and I cried out.

The pain I experienced when he breached my maidenhead was, thankfully, brief and minor–it had been more the suddenness that had made me cry out. He stopped moving after pushing himself past my torn barrier, and now that the shock had worn off, I could feel him inside of me, impossibly big, but oh, so right.

I pulled him down to me for a kiss, and he groaned against my mouth as he kissed me back hotly.