Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer Book 1)(23)

“Tonight is all about you,” he replied, his voice husky. “Always you.”

I trembled as his words only increased the need inside me. My body built toward orgasm just from the tone of his voice and the touch of his tongue and mouth on my skin, but it wasn’t quite enough. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life, and only when he entered me would I be complete.

He lifted his mouth from my other breast, where he’d been teasing my nipple with his tongue, and then trailed hot kisses down my skin, which tingled with every brush of his lips. His mouth moved across my stomach, down my hips, and finally lower, his teeth nipping lightly at the lace between my legs. I gasped and lifted up slightly, and he used that movement to hook his fingers in the sides of my thong and tear it off me.

He gripped my knees and spread me wide for him. “Look at this beautiful pussy. Sheer perfection, and all mine. Forever mine.”

He was so close to my core, his hot breath dancing across my slick, eager folds. I was writhing with delirium already and he hadn’t even touched me where I needed him most. Then his tongue slid inside of me, and I nearly leaped out of my own skin.

He darted in and out, tasting me with a low hum of approval that vibrated through me. Then he licked upward, and the tip of his tongue touched my clit seconds before he sucked it into his mouth. I cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure, fingers digging into his silken sheets, while his lips and tongue consumed me.

His fingers joined in moments later, sliding inside of me, fucking me slowly in time with his other movements. With his other hand, he gripped my ass, using it to drag me closer to him, lifting me up like an offering to his greedy mouth.

And then I came apart. My hips bucked, pressing my wet pussy into his face as my inner muscles clenched over and over. Lucifer kept licking and sucking through my orgasm, pumping his fingers into me while I writhed on the bed and moaned, unable to control my own body anymore. It was his now, completely and utterly his.

“It’s been far too long since I tasted you.” Levering himself up on his elbows, he licked his lips as if savoring his favorite meal. “And far too long since I felt you come. But now I want you to come around my cock. Do you think you can do that?”

I nodded, unable to speak, unable to do anything but tremble with pleasure and anticipation. He rose up above me like a dark god, still fully dressed, and I could only stare as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, reveling in each inch of skin he exposed. I’d seen him shirtless the other day and the sight had soaked my panties and fueled my dark fantasies when I was alone. Lucifer’s chest was hard and muscular, a warrior’s body hidden under a three-piece suit. I wanted to run my tongue along the valleys and ridges of his abs, then tease his dark nipples the way he’d tormented mine.

He removed his belt with a sharp snap, then unzipped his black slacks. I held my breath as he shoved them down, revealing his enormous cock. I’d thought he was bragging before when he joked about his size, but no. It really was that big, hard, and glorious.

He slowly slid up my body and then his mouth came down on mine again, his strong hands gripped my aching thighs, settling himself between them. That hard length brushed against my sensitive skin as he grabbed my wrists and pressed them into the bed, holding me down.

“I’ve waited far too long for this,” he said, as the head of his cock slid inside me, just enough to tease me. “Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”

My core clenched at his words, my body eager for him to fill me completely. I flexed my hips, pulling him deeper inside me. His name fell from my lips on a soft moan. “Lucifer.”

That seemed to push him over the edge. His control slipped and his cock thrust into me, hard and fast. Completely filling me, stretching me around his size. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and at the way it made me feel whole.

“You were made to take my cock.” He punctuated each word with hard, deep strokes. “We always fit together just like this. Perfectly.”

His words were like a drug to my libido, spiking my desire into a desperate, ravenous need. My hands were still pinned down by him, but I hooked my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. He set a relentless pace that gave me exactly what I needed, as he rocked into me with impressive force. Each thrust felt like he was laying claim to me, marking me as his own, erasing any doubt that I belonged to him.

He found a rhythm that made my body quiver. Fire danced in my veins with each delicious stroke of his cock. He yanked my arms up above my head, his hard, masculine body pressing me down into the bed, his fingers tight on my wrists. I surrendered to him completely, crying his name as another orgasm slammed into me. Pleasure broke me like a hammer against glass, and I so desperately wanted to be shattered.

“That’s it,” Lucifer groaned. “Come for me. Take me with you.”

I lost all control of my body as it trembled and tightened around him, my hips rocking against him in a wild rhythm that he matched, stroke for stroke. Then he drove harder into me, throwing his head back, exposing his perfect, masculine throat as he erupted inside me. Together we rode out the waves of pleasure, unable to stop ourselves, until we were both completely spent.

Lucifer released my wrists and pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his strong chest. My body was weak and languid, tingling with the after-effects of pleasure, and all I could do was curl against him.

It made no sense, but here in the devil’s arms, I felt like I’d finally found home.





16





Lucifer





Before I opened my eyes, I felt it. A lightness that hadn’t been there the day before, the warmth in my chest that I only had when she was close to me. As the rest of my body caught up to my mind, the pure pleasure of waking with Hannah in my arms spread through me, and I lay still for a moment, just savoring it. Unlike the other times I’d seen her sleeping, she was relaxed and calm. I stroked her golden hair lightly, trailing my hands along her soft skin, marveling at the way she fit perfectly against me.

She stirred and pressed back toward me, waking my cock, while using my upper arm as her pillow. She had to know what she was doing. Had to feel my own arousal pressing against her from behind. Seeking out what was mine.

I skimmed my fingers along her side, along her naked skin, then dipped down, between her thighs. Finding her already soaking wet for me. She moaned a little, her voice still heavy with sleep, and that was enough for me.

I slid my cock into her tight pussy from behind, while my fingers teased her clit. She gasped at the sudden invasion, her back arching, which only pushed her ass harder against me and sank my cock in even deeper. Fuck, she was perfect, her body made to respond to me. She fit me like no one else ever could.

I slowly began to thrust in and out of her, taking my time, without the urgent need to claim her I’d felt last night. Early morning sex was meant to be leisurely, at least at first. She moaned and rocked back against me in time to my movements, while I teased her clit with my fingers. I bent my head over her neck and pressed hot kisses there, unable to get enough of the way she tasted.

In this position, all she could do was take what I gave her and follow my lead. I drew out the moment together as long as I could, until her hips pressed back harder, and I sensed she was growing close. Although I was tempted to delay her pleasure and torment her a bit, there would be time for that later. With a few hard strokes of my cock with my fingers on her clit, she began to tremble and moan, her pussy clenching around me, which sent me over the edge too. My hot seed filled her core as I crashed down with her into the abyss.

She turned in my arms and looked up at me with eyes heavy from sleep and the after-effects of pleasure. “That was a nice way to wake up.”

“Good morning,” I whispered into her ear before nuzzling the soft spot underneath. “I hope you slept well.”

Hannah stretched, her lithe body pressing along the length of mine. I resisted the urge to repeat what we’d just done. As much as I wanted to spend the day in bed with my reunited mate, I had some answers to find.

After her long stretch, she nuzzled back into me and suppressed a yawn. “You know what? I slept better than I have in as long as I can remember.”

She tucked her arms in between us and idly stroked my chest. She probably didn’t realize it, but it was a position she’d preferred for countless millennia—with my arms enveloping her and her face in the hollow of my throat.

I sighed and hugged her close for another long moment, stretching out our time together and committing the very feel of her to memory, before rolling back. “I slept better than I have in a very long time as well.” Since the last time I’d slept with her in my arms, at least.

“What’s planned for the day?” she asked as I climbed out of bed. Her gaze followed me, roaming over my naked body in a way that made it exceedingly difficult not to climb right back into the bed with her. I might have preened a little, but I would have denied it if anyone asked.

I grabbed my phone to check it, and had a few messages from Samael. He wanted to meet immediately. “I have some devil business to attend to right now, but you’re welcome to do anything you’d like today. Stay here and relax in the penthouse, or go out somewhere else with Azazel. Use my credit cards and take one of my cars. Everything that’s mine is yours.”