He licked her clit and sucked. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them, finding that sweet spot she’d given up believing she had.
And Bianca came in a glorious, messy, loud rush that rattled through every nerve ending she had.
He prowled up her body, his lips still glistening from her. “More?”
“Yes. All of it.” As sated as she was, she needed all of him.
He pressed her thighs apart with his. “I’ve thought about this far more than I should.”
Grasping his cock, he lined them up and slid home.
Bianca felt the connection in every part of her. He filled her completely.
His mouth founds hers, gentle and coaxing.
She tasted herself on him.
Tilting her hips, she wrapped her thighs around his waist. “More,” she demanded. “All of it.”
He pulled back, almost leaving her, and then thrust home.
They moaned in unison.
It felt perfect. He felt perfect.
She dug her nails into his ass to hurry him on.
“No, haglette,” he whispered. “You’re not in charge here.”
Gripping both wrists with one hand, he raised them above her head and pinned them to the bed.
Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up.
Lucifer took full advantage and lavished attention on them as he drove into her.
His thrusts got deeper, harder, driving her up the bed with the force.
Bianca’s climax unfurled in her core, radiating through her as he matched his thrusts to the smallest hint from her body.
It was like he knew what she needed moments before he gave it to her.
She tightened around him.
He drove faster, stronger.
She rushed over the edge in a shattering free fall that contracted and then expanded through her.
Lucifer groaned, stilled, and then thrust deep. His completion joined hers.
Skin slick with sweat, he rested on her, heavy but not crushing.
Their breathing slowed with their cooling bodies.
He rolled to his feet and pulled the covers back. He bundled her limp, replete form into his arms and slid her beneath the covers.
Bianca curled into a sated ball, hugging the memory of what they’d done close to her.
Her lids closed on Lucifer shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Lucifer hauled his pants on in the hallway outside Bianca’s bedchamber.
He had no idea what the fuck had just happened.
All right, technically, he understood exactly what had taken place in that room. What had him standing in the hall with his heart thumping uncomfortably and his mind swimming, felt perilously close to terror.
Which was impossible, because he was Lucifer. Humans didn’t frighten him; he frightened them. He didn’t run from them. They ran from him.
He thumped his stupid head against the closed door. It had to be his failing seal affecting him.
What he’d shared with Bianca defied his understanding and was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. If he were a more poetic soul, he would call it transformative. Even worse, he wanted to turn around and take her in his arms, cradle her body with his and sleep beside her. Then he wanted to wake her up with his hands and mouth and do it all over again.
She was human. A witch, for fuck’s sake. The first human he’d ever lain with. He should never have done it, never have given in to temptation. He knew better.
She’d ensorcelled him, spun her web of human magic and ensnared him.
It was the only explanation he could live with.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Bianca hadn’t expected an engagement ring or promises of forever after their night together, but it hadn’t felt good to wake up alone. She also hadn’t meant to sleep through the night. The plan had been to grab Lucifer and get back to finding Leona. Scrambling out of bed, she got dressed in her own clothes—freshly laundered thanks to Narcissa—and followed her into a tasteful blue and white breakfast room. Bianca only knew it was a breakfast room because that’s what Narcissa called it.
“Morning.” Raphael looked up from where he sat at one of four chairs surrounding a round, dark-wood table. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you.” Bianca took the seat Narcissa held out for her.
Lucifer glanced up, nodded and went back to his breakfast.
Not the most promising of beginnings, but maybe he wasn’t a morning person.
Narcissa put a cup of coffee in front of her. The China was so fine it was translucent, and the blue and white pattern matched the room.
Raphael pushed a cream jug closer to her. “Lucifer’s chef makes the best eggs benny.”
“Great.” She tried to play it cool. She wasn’t going to get all needy on him because they’d had sex. Only, it had felt like more than sex. She’d felt a profound connection that she’d only ever read about.
