Chapter 21 #2
One day, probably not very soon, I’d clean the fucking catch-all closet out. I made a mental note to add it to future Dany’s list of eternal problems.
“Aha! There you are,” I grinned, leaning further into the closest past coats and leather body suits to grab the old stool I’d picked up by the dumpster when I moved in.
I pushed against the wall, straightening to stand and let out a yelp when my head thumped against the wire shelving above me, cursing as I ducked back and rubbed the lump that was already swelling.
The looming rattle from above was the only warning I got before a long forgotten box tipped over and, from it, fell a one thousand pound snow globe.
The stone base clocked me right in the temple. My vision blurred for a second, pain radiating all the way down into my teeth as I pressed my hand against the second head wound.
“Devil dammit!” I yelled, frustration mounting and threatening to explode into the sociopathic rage that usually resulted in somebody’s blood on my hands. My small tantrum felt warranted, especially the wood splintering slam of the closet door.
Lucifer was eyeing me suspiciously on my way back, stool in one hand and bleeding head wound in the other, when I stopped and screamed, “Seriously?”
He stood, so very out of place, beside a completely decorated tree, garland and all. “You let me go through all of that,” I gestured wildly behind me, “knowing you were just going to finish the damn thing while my back was turned?”
“You’re so independent, Dany. I thought it no good to interrupt your… mission.” His light, teasing tone slid like butter over my hurt feelings. “Would you like me to kiss it and make it better, perhaps?”
It was a joke–had to be. So why was there a slow burning ember in his eyes that heated me from the toes up?
“Can I share some honesty with you, Dany?”
Lucifer took a few tentative steps toward me, and my mouth went dry. “It, uh, it is the best policy,” I answered lamely.
He watched me intensely, like a predator trying not to lunge, as he walked toward me until he was so close that his breath ruffled my hair.
“In all of the millenia that I’ve walked this God forsaken plane, not a single being has gotten as under my skin the way that you have.”
“Oh?” I breathed.
He fingered a strand of my hair before bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Everything about you calls to my very marrow.”
“Wh–what?”
What did that mean? I could hear his words but they were like puzzle pieces I just couldn’t match together.
“When I saw the two of you in that car, I was ready to unleash hell upon this Earth.”
“So why didn’t you?” I whispered hoarsely.
“Because,” he ground out, and it seemed like he was practicing that same restraint, as if the memory of Joe and I together was fresh in his mind. “It would have been against your wishes, dearest Dany. You want him.”
Want. Not wanted.
“That didn’t stop you, though,” I said. Memories of my own came flashing back.
You’re going to come for me, dearest Dany. Look at me. Scream my name.
And fuck if I hadn’t hinged on every unfettered demand he unleashed.
“You were there,” I continued. “I saw you. Felt you.” The air vibrated around his shoulders and ice rolled off of him in waves. The tension, the restraint… it was palpable between us. The beast was roaring under his skin, and I wanted nothing more than to tame it.
I reached out and tentatively took one of his clench fists into my hand. It relaxed under my touch, and I moved it to my cheek. Our eyes locked as he slowly placed his palm against my heated cheek and nuzzled into his cold.
“I don’t want him,” I whispered. And I meant it. Joe had been a beautiful distraction, but it was like a mirage in the desert. The oasis had been in front of me all along.
I kissed his palm and felt his sigh all the way down to my toes.
“What do you want, Dany?” he asked through tight lips. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I answered, and I meant it. His temperature dropped; mine spiked. I took his fingers and set them at the edge of my waistband, looking him dead in the eye so there was no mistaking what came next.
Lucifer stilled, his whole body tensing as he turned his gaze away. I caught the flash of hurt before he could hide it though.
I knew that look because I’d felt it before. Beasts were not born, they were created, and nothing made a beast quite like pain and betrayal.
And so I continued, “But I want more than just a night, Luci.” Those green eyes turned back to me, caution lining his brow.
I knew I should say more, but I didn’t have the words.
Was I supposed to tell the angel of death that I wanted more than sex?
What if he couldn’t give me more? What if I ruined this moment by asking him to stay?
I opened my mouth to take it back, but didn’t get the chance to speak.
Lucifer’s lips crashed into mine, both hands on either side of my face to hold me just where he wanted me. They were desperate, hungry kisses and had me moaning into his mouth.
He walked us backward, lips and teeth and tongues never ceasing, until my back crashed against the wall. Lucifer’s hand cradled my head so it landed softly, though, and Mother Mary if that didn’t make me want him more.
“I want you, my Niepozadany.” Lucifer’s hand grazed my hip like a question and the ripple of longing made my lashes flutter.
“Yes,” was the only word I could manage.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t for him to drop to his knees.
“Lucifer?” I whimpered. “What are you–”
His lips trailed a line of nips and kisses down my naked belly until he got to the waistband of my boyshorts.
“I’m doing what I’ve dreamt of since you offered me your soul.
” The sound of my underwear tearing sent a curse flying past my lips.
One strong hand grasped the back of my knee and threw it over his broad shoulder before trailing back to my ass and squeezing.
“I’m going to eat your pussy until the taste of you is engrained in my memory for eternity. ”
Before I could answer, his mouth was on me.
Lucifer’s tongue dragged slow as sin until it circled my swollen clit and he sucked me in. His groan vibrated against my sensitive flesh and devil-dammit my knee nearly gave out. I steadied myself with my hands in his hair and his responding growl pushed me closer to the edge of oblivion.
He licked and teased, working me until I was so close I could have cried.
“I need more,” I begged, panting through each word in breathless demands. “Use your fingers. I need your fingers inside of me!”
“When I’m inside you for the first time, dearest Dany, it will not be wasted on fingers.”
“Luci!” I pleaded. He had me riding on the edge of pleasure and pain, luring me to the ledge of orgasm before dragging me back.
“As you wish,” he purred. Lucifer moved my leg from his shoulder to his waist, wrapping both around him before he stood. “Tell me you can take it.” The jingle of his belt made my pussy clench in anticipation. “Tell me you can take me, Dany,” he demanded again.
“I can,” I cried. “I can take you; all of you.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, nails digging in tight as he dragged the head of his cock from my clit to my entrance. He buried his face in the crook of my neck before sinking himself all the way to the base with one thrust.
“Fuck,” he growled between clenched teeth and pressed in harder. I was pinned between the wall and Satan himself, and it was euphoria. “Fucking perfect, Dany.”
Lucifer began to move and, though it wasn’t gentle, he moved with care, listening to whimpers I couldn’t hold back and the way my body moved against him as it sought release.
“Luci, I’m going to–”
My orgasm rocked through me like the force of a galaxy imploding. I bit his shoulder, screaming my pleasure into the fabric of his shirt as he gripped my ass and found his own.
My name was a chorus on his lips as he came, each time said with reverence as he claimed me for his own.
I looked at him; truly looked at him. Face flushed, sweat licking his brow and the beast gleaming in his emerald eyes. There was a depth there, a pool of silky water so tempting that I could lose myself in them forever. The pull I felt toward the Devil was undeniable.
I saw it then. A flash of vulnerability lurking in the shadows of sin eternal.
He didn’t say anything else. A million words passed between us, and yet I couldn’t identify a single one of them. It was almost like he was a master of reading my silence, but I couldn’t grasp a single letter of his.
Lucifer pressed into me again, drawing another gasp, and pinned me to the wall as he unbuttoned his shirt with deft fingers and slipped out of it. I didn’t understand what was happening until he pulled out and replaced his body with the shirt to help with the mess he made of me.
We walked back to my bedroom in silence, and I watched in awe as he took such care in cleaning me up.
When he was satisfied, he tucked me into my bed and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead.
“You’re not leaving are you?” I asked, and I couldn’t keep the anxiety of that idea from spreading to my expression.
“Do you want me to stay?”
I contemplated it for a half second, but there was only one right answer.
“Yes.”
Lucifer crawled into bed with me, his chest against my back and arms wrapped tightly around my torso.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that.
Long enough that my eyelids began to flutter, fighting a battle I was too exhausted to win.
When they were too heavy to hold any longer, I let them fall.
Then, on the cusp of sleep, lost in the space between memory and what’s forgotten, was I brave enough to ask the question that had eaten at me since the night Lucifer brought me back from the brink of death.
“What do you see when you look at me?”
Later I would wonder if I imagined the small huff of laughter and the gruff answer that followed.
“Possibility.”
Warmth enveloped my body, and I nuzzled into the softness against my cheek.
“Sleep now, Dany.”