Lucifer (Dark Angels Book 1)

one of her legs over his shoulder and dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh…feeling her shiver in response.  Luc was drawn to her pussy like a moth to a flame.  As he slid his tongue along her sensitized skin he heard her moan.  Her fingers drifted into his hair, tugging gently as he worked her with his tongue.  She began to buck and writhe on the counter, he reached out and laid his arm across her stomach to hold her still…intent on hearing her scream his name.  Don’t stop.  The words drifted through Luc’s mind making him smile wolfishly before returning his concentration to the task at hand.  He slid a finger into her, pumping hard as he sucked her clit.  His name echoed through the room in a wild cry as Katia came hard.  He raised his head with a cocky smile.  He watched as Katia dazedly cracked open her eyes.  They were blood red and glowing, but this time he wasn’t fazed, he just felt a very smug satisfaction for a job well done.

Luc picked her up and cradled her against him as he made his way over to their bed.  He laid her limp body down and kissed her gently on the lips.  Luc stood and stripped off his jeans and his ruined shirt, tossing them on the floor.  Katia stretched like a happy feline as he leaned back down over her, grasping the hem of her shirt and drawing it up over her head.  Luc sent it flying through the air to join the growing pile on the floor.  Finally, he slid her skirt off her legs, leaving them both naked.  Katia reached out and ran her hands over him as he lay back down beside her, sliding them over the planes of his body.  Katia arched her body toward him, crushing her breasts against his chest, her hips pressing  against his cock.

Luc’s body shook with need.  He moved over her, his hips falling into the cradle of her body as her thighs parted to make room.  The blunt head of his cock slid along the moist folds of her pussy as he rubbed against her, his hips arching and retreating, teasing her with what was to come.  Now.  The psychic plea made Luc smile and sigh with relief.  With a great surge, Luc drove his hips forward, entering her in one hard thrust.  Katia cried out in ecstasy as Luc shuddered at the feel of her encasing him.  Katia opened her eyes and stared into his.  He marvelled at the swirling gold depths that stared back at him.

His hips churned above her, his cock entering and retreating, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.  Katia gripped his biceps and Luc could see the blackness creeping up her arms, drawn out of his body by some magic only she possessed.  Instead of fear, his heart swelled.  She was cleansing him — bringing him back to the man he was meant to be.  As though some part of her had sensed the direction of his thoughts, her voice drifted through his mind.  I love you.  He felt her pussy squeezing around him as she drew closer to release, his own body answering that call.  Sparks of electric pleasure shooting up and down his spine as he moved faster within her.  His breath heaved in and out of his lungs as he came closer to his own release.  As her pussy pulsed and rippled around his cock, Luc called her name, their cries echoing together throughout the room.  Luc leaned down and kissed her brow before rolling to her side and collapsing as he drew her into the circle of his arms.  She grasped onto him tightly and kissed his chest, nestling her head into his body as though she never wanted to be parted from him.    "I love you too."  Luc whispered as he drifted toward sleep on a blissed-out cloud.  He thought he heard her say “I’m sorry.”  But his sleep-addled mind refused to stay online and he floated into darkness.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Katia looked down at Luc’s unconscious form, guilt tearing at her conscience.  She’d actually done it.  With a shaking hand, she reached forward and brushed an errant lock of golden hair off his cheek.  She’d almost changed her mind, but the image of her brother’s bruised and bleeding face had driven her on.  Just a little prick of the needle once he’d fallen asleep, that was all.  He’d hate her when he woke, and that made her die a little inside.  As she lay beside Luc, basking in the glow of love, she reached under her pillow and grabbed the syringe Amir had given her.  The white liquid looked so harmless, but Amir had assured her that it was one of the few drugs capable of knocking out an immortal.  Without giving herself time to back down, Katia had injected the Propofol into the man she loved.  He hadn’t even stirred.

Katia got up and headed toward the doorway.  Time to go.  No doubt this would be the last time she’d ever see him.  Glancing back at Luc one last time, Katia hoped that one day he'd be able to forgive her.  “I’m so sorry.  I love you.”

Steeling herself, Katia marched into the living room where Amir sat nursing a drink.  He looked up at her with a sober expression as she entered.

“Is it done?” he asked quietly.

Unable to bring herself to speak past the lump in her throat, Katia nodded stiffly and dropped down on the couch beside him.  Tossing back the last of his drink, Amir sighed and leaned over to place the glass on the coffee table.

“He’s going to kick the shit out of me when he wakes up...and I’ll probably let him.”  He said.

Biting her lip, Katia gave Amir an apologetic look.  “I’m sorry I put you in the middle of this.  I just can’t…”

Amir cut off her explanation.  “I get it.  You don’t