We barely make it from the town car without ripping each other’s clothes to shreds. Lucifer all but carries me to the elevator without an ounce of regard for onlookers, amused by our insatiable appetites, and I giggle between kissing his lips, his face, his neck. Needing his taste in my mouth so badly that it physically pains me.
The moment the door of the suite closes behind us, I stifle that ache immediately.
I push him against the wall and fall to my knees, pulling my form-fitting dress up to my waist to get better access. His slacks feel like satin as I slide my hands up over his thighs to get to his belt buckle.
He groans, stroking my hair. “Eden… what are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since the day you came to me in Irin’s bathroom. I wanted to taste you that night like those other girls did. I wanted to suck you down into my throat and swallow your sin.”
I tug his pants down to his knees, freeing his bold, beautiful cock. Silken veins over a thick, throbbing shaft. The head of him swollen and proud. My mouth waters.
His breaths expel in short pants, his gaze wild. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Let me take care of you. Let me serve you…Master.”
As eager as I am, I somehow manage to lick him slowly from root to tip. When I take him into my mouth as deep as I can physically stand, I moan, sending tiny, delicious vibrations to his heavy sac as I massage and fondle. His thighs tremble, and he releases a sinuous hiss of approval.
“So good,” he groans. His grasp on my hair gets tighter. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I find my rhythm, sucking him slowly, then speeding my pace and adding pressure, all the while stroking the underside of him. He talks to me, dirty little words of encouragement, telling me how beautiful I am on my knees and how badly he’s wanted this—wanted me. And every word makes me take him deeper and deeper, coaxing his seed to trickle down my throat.
Wetness soaks through my panties, and it’s taking everything inside me to focus on just pleasing Lucifer and not relieving the ache of emptiness with my own fingers. I want to taste his climax, but I also want him to come inside me, with me, until I’m full to bursting. I squirm on my knees as I think of how it would feel to have his hardness singeing my walls with his hellfire. How slick I would be as he stroked me to tears, giving me the pleasure I crave and the pain that I need.
He yanks my hair—hard—unraveling what’s left of my updo and forcing me to look up at him. His cheeks are tinged with pink and his hair is mussed, so unlike his usual stoic, pristine appearance.
“I want you,” he growls. He bends down to pull me to my feet and kisses me roughly, tasting the trickles of his precum flavoring my tongue and smelling his potent scent staining my mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are bright and brilliant. “I want you.”
“Then take me. All of me. Make me yours.”
He kisses me again while working on the zipper of my dress. It pools at my feet within seconds. He kicks his pants off in the next instant. Then his shirt. Then my panties. Then we’re standing in the middle of his bedroom, panting, taking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies.
I knew he was beautiful. The remembrance of him in that bathroom—whether it was illusion or tangible—is still burned into the forefront of my mind, serving as my own personal porn reel. But under the muted moonlight streaming from the window, he is God’s most perfect creation.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Eden. And I know right now you think you want me too. I realize I’m a fool for pretending that this is real—that this could somehow last beyond this night. So I’m asking you…remember me. Just try, even when all thought of me is wiped away clean. Remember me like I’ll remember you for rest of my tortured existence. Remember that I…”
I place a finger on his kiss-burned lips and step in so close that I can feel his inhuman heart racing. “How could I forget?”
His mouth crushes against mine in the same moment that he lifts me clear off the floor and sets me on the bed. The movement is so smooth and so fast that I don’t even realize what’s happened until I’m on my back and he’s licking a trail from my neck to my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth then unsheathes his teeth, applying enough pressure for it to sting so good that my knees shake. I rake my fingers through his hair and feel sunlight against my fingertips. He lifts his head and flashes me a wicked grin, knowing exactly the effect he has, before lowering his mouth to take in my other nipple.
He sucks me. He bites me. He nibbles his way down my stomach and spreads my thighs to place on his shoulders, and then his tongue fucks me. I clutch the sheets, and bow off the bed as the first wave of orgasm takes hold. I feel it in my hips, in the deepest parts of my belly, and down my legs. And with Lucifer ravenously consuming me without pausing to let me catch my breath, the waves keep coming, keep crashing against my hypersensitive sex. He alternates between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me until I’m licked raw and I’m practically begging for him to stop. When I’m dangerously on the brink again, he finally lifts his head from between my legs and gives me a devious smile.
“Just as I imagined.”
My heart is still racing. “Huh?”
He licks his lips. “You taste like sin.”
Then he dips back down between my thighs and gives me the flat of his tongue once more. Until my knees are shaking violently and I’m crying obscenities to the heavens, cursing the Devil for making me come so hard that I see stars.
“I’m not done with you,” he growls pushing up onto his knees.
I hold my breath as I watch him grasp his rigid thickness in his palm and pump slowly. My mouth dries. He looks so powerful, so fierce as he gazes down at me, watching me watch him. And when he aligns that beautiful cock to press against my entrance every so lightly, I feel like I may pass out from the anticipation.
“Last chance,” he rasps. “Tell me no. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me inside you, filling you, fucking you so good that you’ll feel me in your dreams. We won’t be able to turn back after this. Do you understand that? We can’t go back.”
I lift up onto my hands so he can see the certainty in my eyes. “I want this. I think I’ve always wanted this. I was just too afraid to admit it. Lucifer, I’m not afraid anymore. Of you, of my feelings. I’m not afraid.”
He pushes in slowly and I gasp at the sensation of him stretching my walls, training them to take him, squeeze him. Remember him. Each thick inch tears me to pieces, and by the time he buries himself entirely, I’m already trembling. He stills and we just look at each other, at the place where our bodies are fused together, marveling at the way we fit so perfectly. One hand cups my cheek and he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. The other slides up my thigh to grasp my ass. And then…
Then he moves.
Slowly at first, but the way he rolls his hips, curving his body and, as a result, curving his dick, he hits every spot. Every. Fucking. Spot. Places I didn’t even know existed. He knows what he’s doing. He only allows himself to graze my sweet center so we can make this last. But it’s just enough…just enough to make me moan into his mouth as he fucks me into a state of euphoria.
He pulls his mouth away from mine to suck a nipple into his mouth, never breaking his rhythm. I run my fingers through his sunlit hair and he smiles against my breast and looks up at me.
“What?” I coo on the end of a moan.
He strokes deep, pulls out almost to the tip, then rolls back into me.
“When you do that…uh,” he grounds out. “It feels…good. Don’t stop. Nobody ever touches me. Not like that. Keep…keep doing it. Touch me.”
I rake through the silken locks again, caressing him in such a gentle, almost chaste way as he thrusts into my wet womb. I expected a beast. A sex-crazed madman who breaks headboards and rips sheets to ribbons. This is so unlike what he showed me in that bathroom. So unlike the way he was with Kairo and that woman. He’s thoughtful, vulnerable. Almost as if he’s…making love to me.
Something twists in my chest, but the pain barely registers through the intense pleasure ripping through my body. It’s all I can focus on. All that matters in this moment. I know there’s something there, something I’m supposed to know. But when he digs so deep, so, so deep, then twists his hips, I can’t even remember my own name.
He quickens his pace and the hold on my ass tightens. His other hand hoists my leg up to rest on his shoulder. In this position, there’s no limit to the depth of his cock inside me. I can feel all of him, every last fucking inch, and oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
“Talk to me, Eden,” he grits, his jaw clenched. “Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels to have me pulsing inside you.”
I reach up to touch his lips and he sucks a finger into his mouth.
“You make me feel…so…so…oh God…” I say, my voice quavering. “I want you. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Make me yours, Lucifer. Stain me with your sin.”
He digs in deeper, harder, faster, just as I begged. His eyes close as if my words are a drug and I’m giving him the fix his body craves. I can be that for him. I can be whatever he needs me to be. Because when I look up at him, haunted by the orgasm that creeps up his spine, there is nothing on Earth that matters more.
Another pang in my chest and I gasp. I felt it this time, stirring with an unknown emotion. Lucifer reads it as pleasure and quickens his strokes.
“I need you.” The torment on his face nearly slows my own movements, but it feels too good to stop now. “I need you so bad, Eden.”
He lifts me to straddle him, putting us face to face. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself as he punishes me thoroughly. I meet every stroke, every roll of his hips into my womb and squeeze, needing him deeper still. I can feel him swell, a prelude to the orgasm that will shake the heavens and scorch the world with hellfire. I want it. I want all of him, every evil seed to sear my insides with his name. I need him to make me his.
I’m so close that the intensity of my orgasm begins to siphon what’s left of my strength. I open my mouth to cry his name, but he swallows it, stoking my agony with his tongue. Then he fucks me mercilessly, spearing me on his dick as he chases his own climax. He fucks me like he hates me, like he loves me, like this is our last day on Earth.
Inhale. Exhale.
And then I shatter into a million tiny flecks of glittering bliss.
His arms banded around my back, hands grasping my shoulders, he comes inside me, and in that splendid space of solace, the world falls away. We’re coasting along a sea of sparkling stars, encompassed in swirls of purple and obsidian and teal. There’s no air up here, just him filling my lungs, pumping through my veins, and beating in my chest. He and I are the only ones in this universe, living solely for each other and for this very moment.
There is no explanation for what this is. There is no rhyme or reason to justify what we’re doing. With madness slick between my thighs and chaos still quivering through his cock, we aren’t just a cautionary tale. We are legend.
He lays me gently on the bed, taking extra care with my sagging frame. I expect him to lie beside me, but instead, he places his head on my stomach, his ear to my belly button as if he’s…listening?
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice hoarse and sleepy.
“Please? Just for a little bit.”
I know what he’s asking, and it’s absolutely the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
Lucifer covers our legs with the comforter while I play with his hair. It’s silent, save for the raucous sounds of bar patrons outside our window. I hadn’t even noticed the noise. I wasn’t exactly quiet with him, and surprisingly, he wasn’t quiet either. I decide I like that. I like knowing that I brought him such immense pleasure. He didn’t hold back. He didn’t go to that place of coldness and detachment. He showed me his face—his true face—and what I saw was beautiful.
“This is the first time.”
My hand stills in his hair. “Huh?”
“That we were together. This was our first time. Before…in the bathroom at Irin’s house, it was an illusion.”
I resume my soft strokes, a content smile on my face. “It felt real.”
“I know. I can make you feel whatever I want…manipulate your thoughts, your memories.”
“Is that what you did tonight? Just now?”
He turns around, his head still resting on my abdomen. His face is flush and his eyes are glazed with exhaustion. He looks relaxed, relieved. As if it took great effort to keep up the façade this entire time.
“No. That was…that was me.” He reaches up to grab my hand still playing in his hair and kisses my palm. “All of me.”
“No tricks?”
“Not with you. I don’t need them.”
“You’re certainly sure of yourself.”
He laughs and I feel it in my womb. “Shouldn’t I be?”
Smiling, I resume twirling wayward locks of hair around my fingers. “Yes. You should.”
“I would never alter your mind or your emotions like that. Not anymore.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll consider the same,” I joke.
He closes his sleepy eyes and sighs. “I want more. I want so much more of you…so much more with you. But we’re running out of time.”
I glance towards the window. It’s still dark out, but I assume that dawn will be coming soon.
“We have all the time in the world.”
He smiles, but I can tell there’s a touch of sadness to it, even with those radiant irises concealed. “It makes me happy that you think so.” Then he kisses my bare belly.
I stare at his peaceful, beautiful face, captivated by his etherealness. I never dreamed we could be like this. I didn’t even fathom that I had hoped for it. But now that we’re here, I don’t know how I could ever want anything else for the rest of my days.
After a few moments, his breaths grow heavy and long, and I realize that Lucifer has fallen asleep. He sleeps. I remember he told me that he never did, as if the act was physically impossible for him. But here he is, sleeping soundly against my stomach.
I reach over to pull the comforter over him a bit more, careful to not disturb him. And then I close my own eyes, the heaviness of multiple orgasms crashing down on my eyelids.
But before I drift to sleep, a nagging feeling pulls at my gut.
I’m supposed to remember.
Something.
Someone.
I’m supposed to remember.