Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
T he knock at her door surprised Bianca. Narcissa had set her up with everything she could possibly need, including a change of clothes once she was done wallowing in the opulent marble tub.
Between the elegant bedroom and the palatial bathroom, she would have been dead set on lobbying for them spending the night if it hadn’t been for Leona.
The lily scent from the fragrant salts Narcissa had tossed in her bath lingered on her skin. Slipping on a black silk bathrobe, she answered the door. “Lucifer?”
One arm raised against the doorjamb he opened his mouth and shut it again. His frown vanished as his gaze meandered to her toes and back again.
A flush followed the path his eyes had taken. She tamped it down because he still hadn’t agreed to honor his promise to her, and they had to settle the business between them first.
First? Oh no, she had no business getting flushed and flustered by a being who defined bad idea. Finding her best bad ass tone, she said, “Can I help you?”
“Hmm.” He caressed his bottom lip with his thumb. “I came here to argue, but I seem to have lost the urge.”
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not. Nope. No way. He couldn’t show up at her bedroom door, pulling the classic door lean and looking delicious enough to devour, and make her melt. He probably practiced that hot and heavy smolder in the mirror.
Peeling herself away from the door, she marched into the room and folded her arms. She meant business, and he needed to get that through his arrogant skull. “So, let’s argue.” She added a foot tap. “But you owe me, so I don’t see how you expect to win.”
“Oh, haglette.” He sauntered after her, his black gaze taking great big bites of her. “I always win.”
“Stop that.” They had vital stuff to settle, and him giving her the bedroom eyes wasn’t going to work. “Stop looking at me like that.”
He smirked. “Fire your first shot.”
“What?” Her brain had taken a side trip into shutdown.
“You want to argue.” He stopped with his shoes nudging her bare toes. “Give me your first verbal volley.”
Her robe was way too thin for this encounter, and she was way too naked beneath it. She needed a metal breastplate to conceal her interested nipples. “You owe me.”
“Really?” he drawled. That deep rasp didn’t sound like they were on the same page. Not even reading the same book.
“You promised me and Emma you would find Leona.”
“You’re right.” He picked up the tie to her robe and held it between his thumb and forefinger “And I intend to keep that promise.”
“But—” Wait! He’d agreed with her. Bianca didn’t have to fight, and she lowered her guard slightly. “Well. That’s good then.”
“However.” He tugged gently on the tie. “I will be doing so on my own.”
She slapped his fingers away. “You need me and the crystal to find her.”
“No, I don’t.” He curled a tendril of hair that had escaped from her messy bun around his forefinger. “I told you when we first met that I work alone.”
“That’s bullshit.” She jerked her head away from his hand. “You’ve been looking for Ashe for months and found nothing. The closest you got was with me and the crystals.”
Some of the slumberous warmth fled his expression. “I could have new information.”
“Do you?” She’d never considered that.
“Not yet.” He shoved that dangerous, distracting hand in his pocket. “But Zeb and Levi will have intelligence for me any day now. And they will give me exactly what I need.”
“In other words, you’ve got nothing.” Bianca tightened the robe tie. Leona’s life hung by a thread while Lucifer sulked. “The crystal and a more powerful tracking spell are still your best bet. And I am your way of using both. You’re too proud to admit it.”
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.”
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.