Chapter 18
Yvonne
Drops of sweat slide down my face as I slide down on Lucifer’s cock, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pure pleasure. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders while I sink down on him, feeling him stretching me fully.
“Fuck, Little Lamb,” his hands grip my hips, guiding me slowly. “Just like that.”
Shivers run down my spine, and I find myself staring at him. That face of his that’s completely and utterly devoted to every single thing I’m doing, the eyes full of ferality that terrify me, in all the best ways possible.
My head falls back when I start bouncing on him, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the otherwise silent room. My moans follow suit, and I’m too far gone to stop. I can’t stop — everything about this man is addicting, and there’s no cure for me.
He spanks my ass, provoking a moan out of my throat. He growls a little at the sound, pushing himself into a sitting position. His mouth comes down on my breasts, sucking on my nipples desperately. His other hand wraps around my waist, pulling me down deeper onto him.
“Lucifer,” I moan, “you’re too deep.”
“Nonsense,” he murmurs, dragging his canine all over my shoulder, before biting down on it, hard. The mixture of pain and pure, animalistic arousal is enough to send shock waves down my body. “You can take it, can’t you?”
My vision is hazy from the pleasure, and the challenge in his voice does annoy me. Instead of rebutting his claims, I just start riding him rougher, finding a pace that is a struggle for him to follow.
His deep, guttural groans reach my ears, the sound of his enjoyment making all of this feel so much better. He slaps my breast, and I cry out in pleasure. His eyes darken a shade, and the way his lips thin into a line makes me go feral.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little whore for me, taking my cock so well.”
“Lucifer,” I rasp out. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
In an instant, his hand tangles with my hair, yanking back harshly, exposing my neck. He inhales my scent, peppering soft, open mouth kisses all over the soft flesh. “You will hold on for as long as I say, do you understand?”
“But, I can’t,” I whimper.
Lucifer chuckles. “Oh, you fucking will, or I promise you… You will come to regret it.”
The threat in his voice makes me swallow the knot that forms in my throat, and I suck in a sharp breath. Holding in an orgasm is much more difficult that I’d realised — I never had to do it before.
The familiar sensation builds in the pit of my stomach, and I feel myself grow wetter, my body warmer and I can’t think straight.
Lucifer grabs me by the hips, and pulls me off him, only to flip me on my back, his hand coming to the small of my stomach, lifting my ass high up in the air. I gasp, and he grips my chin tightly as he slams into me, forcing me to stare at our reflection.
I look like a fucking mess — hair tangled, sweaty face, and cheeks so red that I don’t think I’ll ever have to use blush again. Then there’s Lucifer, his chest melting into my back.
“Just look how pretty you are while you’re wrapped around my cock, Little Lamb,” he murmurs softly into my ear, and I can’t look away.
Lucifer slams into me, finding a fast, rough rhythm that makes all of me want to explode from need. My hands curl around the sheets, my breathing becomes heavy and I have to force myself not to come undone, right then and there.
“God, Lucifer, please,” I rasp, my voice cracking.
“Please, what?” He asks, lowering his voice. There’s a teasing tune to it, a smirk on his face.
“Please let me come.”
“Oh?” He chuckles. “Tell me what you want, Little Lamb.”
“I want to come on your cock,” I moan, “please. God, please.”
Lucifer thrusts violently, my entire mind going blank. I clench around him and before I know it, I’m teetering the edge, unable to hold it in for much longer. My body is trembling, my throat closing up.
“Come for me,” he whispers, and that’s all I need.
I scream out his name, coming undone on him, my toes curling at the intensity. Lucifer slams into me, one last time. His orgasm following mine almost immediately, a deep groan coming from the depth of his throat.
Unable to keep myself in the position, I slump into the bed and Lucifer rolls over to his side. I’m panting, trying my best to catch my breath, to get back any semblance of strength.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer asks, his tone softer than usual. He brushes away a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. There’s genuine worry in his expression, and all I can do is smile.
“I’m okay,” I breathe out, rolling over to my back, and staring at the ceiling. “It’s been, what? A month since you got here? Do you want more?”
Lucifer blinks. “More? What do you mean?”
“You’re Lucifer D’Achille,” I drawl. “You used to live in a castle, this cottage is smaller than your quarters back in Transylvania.”
Lucifer laughs. “Do you want a castle, Yvonne? The one in Transylvania isn’t the only one we own, it’s just the one we made our home.”
Immediately, I turn to look at him.
“Where? Where do you have castles?”
“We have a couple in Germany, one in Norway and I think one, on an island in Greece.”
“That would be difficult for you to go to, though. One tsunami and boom, you’re dead.”
Lucifer scoffs. “Anyone would die from a tsunami if they were on an island.”
“Not the point.”
“Then, what is the point?”
I sigh. “I don’t know. I love this cottage so much, but I want more.”
“We can go wherever you want to go, Yvonne. Point to a place on the map, and that’s where we’ll go.”
The fact that he’s willing to drop everything and go with me to the world’s end, makes my heart flutter. He’s becoming someone I can truly rely on, and for the first time in my very long life, I don’t hate the fact that I can depend on someone.