He raised his eyebrow. “I am pride.”
“You’re an asshole.” Coming here had been a waste of time Leona didn’t have. “I should have listened to Raphael. He didn’t want to bring me.”
“Yes, you should have.” He shifted closer, one shoe sliding between her feet. “Which begs the question as to why you did come here.”
The ego on Lucifer was staggering. “I came here to remind you that we had a deal.” She tried to put distance between them.
“No.” He cupped her nape. “You came here because of me.”
His hand was warm and firm against the bare skin of her neck. “Don’t be so conceited.”
“You came because whatever is between us has not played itself out.” His thigh slid between hers. The wool of his trousers slightly rough against her naked legs.
She resisted the need to press into the heat of his body. Hurt leaked into her words as she said, “You left.”
“I was angry.” His other hand slid between her clavicle and the robe. He spread his fingers over her skin.
He had been so cold and furious when she’d arrived. “You said we were done.”
“I lied.” His fingers slid into her hair and tilted her head up. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” Bianca became transfixed by the sensual curve of his mouth.
He slid the robe off one shoulder. His gaze moved from her mouth to her bare shoulder with a dark intensity that heated her blood. “It’s not safe for you in hell.”
“Because of the rebel demons?” Her breast was almost bare to his hot gaze, the fabric caught on her sensitive nipple.
“Because of them.” He lowered his head to her shoulder. “But most of all because of me.”
He pressed a searing kiss to her shoulder. Sliding away the flimsy barrier of the robe, he cupped her breast. “You torment me,” he rasped against her ear. His thigh pressed between her legs. “This skin.” He nipped at her jaw. “The scent of you.” His thigh moved against her. “That smart fucking mouth.”
He slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue demanded entry.
And Bianca gave. Clawing her fingers into his shirt, she clung to him for balance as he plundered her mouth. She rode the hard ridge of his thigh, his erection hot and heavy against her hip.
With a groan, he grabbed her ass and drove her against him. The hand at her breast plumped and squeezed, pinching her nipple into an aching point. He wrenched his mouth from hers. His breath hit her face in hot pants. “Yes or no, haglette?”
“God, yes.” Desperate for skin, she yanked his shirt apart. Buttons skittered across the marble floor, and she finally had access to the hard slabs of his chest muscle.
“Good answer.” He tore the robe off her, and grabbing her hips, lifted her nipples to his mouth.
The scalding suck of his mouth made her whimper, and she dug her hands into his hair, demanding more.
She wrapped her thighs around him.
Growling against her, he strode to the bed.
Bianca’s back hit the silk cover.
Lucifer towered over her. He made short work of his clothes and stood there, proud and naked.
He was fucking beautiful, and she crawled to him. She gripped his hard, heavy cock.
Throwing his head back, he hissed in a breath. The muscles of his abdomen contracted as she palmed him from base to tip.
She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.
He gripped her hair. His gaze blazed down at her as she took him deeper into her mouth. Desperate for the slightly salty taste of him, she swirled her tongue over the tip.
“Bianca.” He panted. “Fuck. That feels…fuck!”
She relaxed her throat and took as much of him as she could.
His grip on her hair was almost painful.
Enfolding his base in her hand, she worked him with her mouth and hand.
His hips moved with her, slaves to the rhythm she set.
“So good,” he growled. “So fucking good.”
His cock swelled in her mouth.
She cupped his heavy sac, flattening her tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Enough.” He tugged himself out of her mouth and pulled her head back. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That was the point.” She was powerless in his hold, and she wanted that and more.
“Next time.” He pressed her back on the bed and came down over her.
Skin on skin contact sent more heat flooding through her. He was hot and hard everywhere, and she wanted to crawl inside him or pull him inside her. She craved closeness, that intimate connection.
Lucifer slid off the bed to his knees. Flinging her legs over his shoulders, his smile was pure devilry. “Turnabout is fair play.”
His mouth on her core drew a guttural cry from her. She writhed against the wet, warm friction of his mouth.
Putting a restraining hand on her belly, he feasted on her. He lapped, he laved, he sucked, and even nibbled until she was an aching, wet, panting mess of desire. He pushed her right to the edge and held her screaming on the precipice then drew back and let her orgasm subside before starting all over again.
“Please.” She wriggled against his hold. “Please, please, please.”
“You’re mine.” His growl vibrated against her clit. “Say it.”
“Yes, anything.” She groped desperately for completion.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
