Chapter 13
Yvonne
Lucifer spins me around and before I know it, I’m slammed against the wall. I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to kiss me. It’s demanding, soul-sucking, and utterly obsessive. His hand tangles with my hair, pulling my head back to an angle as he deepens the kiss.
I clutch the shirt he’s wearing, crumpling the material in my hands. I’m trembling, half from the rain and the fact that I’m cold, half from the fact that he’s decided that the centuries we’ve spent loathing each other, no longer matter.
His tongue tastes sweet, pulling all the emotions I’ve been trying to suppress, right out of me.
My body shudders when he bites down on my lip, his sharp canine teeth drawing blood from the soft flesh, and a deep growl follows from the back of his throat when the taste of crimson fills his mouth. His eyes are closed, and he holds me even closer, struggling to hold back.
“The things you do to me,” he mutters, his voice low and filled with desire. “Fucking hell, Yvonne. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand properly, until you’re so full of my cum, that it will drip out of you for days.”
I can’t help it — I moan at the sound of his words, my knees threatening to buckle. Lucifer catches me in time, pulling me up. His lips barely leave mine for a moment, just enough for me to catch my breath.
“You’re mental,” I breathe out, my words barely above a whisper. “This is going to get us killed, one way or the other.”
“Let it, then,” he says, so confident that it makes my resolve falter. “Dying with you is better than living the rest of eternity without you.”
The words hit me deeper than they should. All the hatred, all the resistance, and the walls I’ve built up seem to shatter when he speaks. The finality in his tone makes my eyes snap shut for a moment.
While I was trying to find solutions of our fucked up situation, and while I was desperate to run from the reality of it all, apparently Lucifer was slowly making his peace with it. He’s mature enough to set it all aside, and allow himself to feel again.
I don’t get to utter a single word, before his lips fall on mine again. This time, it’s so fucking desperate that it makes my heart stutter. A clash of teeth, raw, frantic desire that sends my mind into a frenzy.
Lucifer doesn’t waste a single moment, as if our time together is limited — he grabs my dress, ripping it to shreds before I can even comprehend what’s happening.
I gasp, staring down at my almost naked body, watching as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking roughly, yet carefully enough not to bite through my skin with his sharp teeth.
“Lucifer,” I moan, head falling back and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my body.
“Yes, Little Lamb?” He murmurs, his hand lowering down, tearing the cotton fabric of my underwear and touching me right where I need him the most. Goosebumps erupt on my body, the stark contrast between his cold hand and the warmth between my legs, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“God, you’re soaked. You keep pretending you don’t want this, but your cunt says otherwise. Such a dirty girl.”
“Shut up,” I mumble, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment, for no other reason than the fact that he is absolutely correct.
He grabs my ass, squeezing it tightly, before smacking it. “Don’t talk back to me.”
I sniffle out a soft laugh and for some reason, it amuses him. He flips me over, bending me over the table. He pushes down all the tea cups — thankfully, not my favorite ones, or he’d lose his head — and I can only watch as they fall down to the floor.
His teeth pierce through the skin on my shoulder, and I arch my back at the sudden ache. My mind goes blank, nothing but waves of pleasure shooting right through me. Lucifer takes the opportunity to pull his cock out of his pants, and thrust inside of me in one, swift motion.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Little Lamb.”
I shiver at the words, the way he’s holding his cock so deeply inside of me, giving me a brief moment to adjust to the size. Then, he starts to movie, and dear Lord, I’m not ready. It’s steady, rough and all-consuming to the point I can’t breathe properly.
“Lucifer,” I gasp. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“More,” I choke out. “Give me more.”
And fucking hell, does he oblige.
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward. His free hand is on my hip, guiding me higher. Black dots appear in my vision when he starts ramming into me, the brutality and finality of his thrusts making me clench around him.
“You’re taking me beautifully,” he murmurs, the lower tone of his voice making me shudder. “That’s it, let me have you completely, Little Lamb.”
A moan drops from my lips and I can’t hold back the sounds that follow. Everything revolves around this man, everything that I’ve been trying to avoid, and suppress ends up being brought out of me by him.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides, and I gasp for air. Lucifer slams into me, my eyes widening a fraction.
“Fuck,” I rasp out, feeling the effect he has on me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and I don’t know how to behave. I want more of this, more of him, until I fucking explode from with emotion. I want him by my side forever, and thankfully, forever is what we have.
“Come for me, Little Lamb,” he commands, and my body obeys in a second. With a loud scream of his name, I clutch the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. I snap my eyes shut, coming undone for him, time and time again, until I feel him spill deeply inside of me.
“God, you’re intense,” I breathe out.
Lucifer chuckles, slowly pulling out of me, his cum dripping out. “I’m just getting started with you, Little Lamb.”
He pulls me to my feet briefly and when I stumble, he picks me up bridal style, then carries me toward the bathroom. His touch, despite being as cold as a stone, is the warmest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I curl around him while he carries me up the stairs, and I feel a twitch in my stomach. As a vampire, he has no heart beat — he’s dead. But God, right now, I’d give everything just to hear his heart beating for me.
Unfortunately, I know that some things will remain impossible to achieve.