Chapter 59 Lucian #3
Once I've had my fill, I lick the pinpricks with the reverence of a man sealing a holy covenant. My tongue traces a path back up to her lips, leaving a trail of unholy promises along the way.
Seraphina breaks away, her eyes glittering with something that makes my already-tight pants feel like a medieval torture device. "Although," she says, all sweet, "I do recall a bet was placed if I did get hurt..."
Fuck me. That's the tone that could make a saint sin twice on Sunday.
I'm so wound up on her blood and scent that my brain has hung a "Gone Fishing" sign and clocked out for the day. I just stare at her like a horny mannequin.
She laughs. "Remember? In your GTA getaway—" her voice drops to a teasing whisper, "—getting pegged ring any bells in that handsome brain of yours?"
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.
The memory crashes into me like a train wreck of kinky promises. I'd sworn nothing would happen to her, and when she countered with what she'd do if I was wrong... well, let's just say it involved her, a strap-on, and my exit-only hole.
I give her my patented panty-dropping smirk, the one that's gotten me out of (and into) trouble for centuries. "Seriously, Cupcake. What's with you and claiming ownership of my ass?" I brush my lips against her ear, feeling her shiver. "Such a naughty little angel."
Seraphina shrugs with all the innocence of an angel who's browsed the kinkier side of heaven's database. "I don't know, something about owning you, taking you down a peg..." She emphasizes that last word like it's a holy sacrament. "...kinda turns me on."
Holy fucking shit on a communion wafer.
I think my brain just exploded—actually exploded. Like, someone just set off a nuclear bomb in my pleasure center and the fallout is pure horniness.
Here's this literal angel, Heaven's sweetheart, casually discussing turning my ass into her personal playground like she's planning a picnic.
Somewhere in Heaven, Gabriel's probably having an aneurysm. And you know what? Worth it.
"Look who's been studying the naughtier parts of PornHub's algorithms," I manage to rasp out. "From 'Holy Spirit' to 'Hole-y Spirit' real quick there, Cupcake."
She giggles, the sound going straight to my groin like a heat-seeking missile. "What can I say? A bad boy has influenced me."
Oh no, Angel Cake. You're not pinning this corruption on me. You've got a naughty streak a mile wide.
I groan—fucking groan—at that innocent-but-not-innocent tone.
No, this isn't just influence. This is pure, unadulterated curiosity, and I'm about to discover just how deep that curiosity goes.
"You know what I think?" My hands find their way under those tiny shorts, cupping that perfect ass that could launch a thousand sins. She gasps at the contact, the sound pure orgasmic. "That my innocent little angel wants to experience it for herself."
Heaven help me, because I'm about to corrupt one of their finest.
A blush spreads across her skin like a sunrise, painting her from neck to cheeks in the most delicious shade of pink.
"Isn't that right?" I let my fingers wander, tracing the seam of her ass with deliberate slowness, watching as her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a silent moan.
"Mmm…so responsive," I murmur against her throat, nipping at her pulse point. My fingers continue their unholy pilgrimage, circling that forbidden territory like I'm mapping out the gates of paradise. "Look at you…getting all worked up for me?"
Holy fuck, the sounds she's making should be classified as supernatural weapons.
Seraphina arches into my touch, her breath coming in little pants. "Lucian..." The way she moans my name? Better than any prayer I've ever heard.
One hand grips that divine ass like it's my personal slice of heaven, while my other hand explores more... sacred territory. That tight little rosebud is practically begging for attention, and who am I to deny an angel's prayer?
If there's a special place in hell for defiling celestial beings, I just made the VIP list.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl." I trace my tongue along the shell of her ear, keeping my fingers moving in slow, torturous circles. "Want me to stop?"
Please say no. Please say no. Please—
"Don't you dare," she gasps, grinding back against my hand. The movement makes my brain misfire. "I want... I need..."
Christ she's trying to kill me. Again.
"Need what?" I tease, my finger drifting lower, seeking out her core.
Holy shit. She's soaked—a flood of desire that makes my cock ache in anticipation.
I dip my finger into that heavenly honey, coating it before retreating to circle that sacred spot again.
My other hand slides up to cup her breast, feeling her nipple pebble against my palm.
"Use your words, Cupcake. I want to hear that sweet angel voice tell me exactly what sinful things you crave. "
I circle lightly, feeling her squirm against me, her breath coming in little pants.
Her reactions are straight-up celestial porn, and my dick is getting damn close to needing its own halo in these jeans from the friction.
Dear God, she likes it.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
Back door action, here we come.
"You like that, baby girl?" I tease, adding more pressure. Her whimpers are like heavenly hymns. "Want to feel me back there?"
Because I'm about to open those pearly gates and bless the hell out of this angel.
Seraphina's eyes snap open, her gaze sultry and sinful. "Yes." Her voice is a husky whisper. "There. Please."
Praise be the lord and pass the lube. This angel's about to get defiled.