I shivered at the darkness and sin in his low voice, but I glanced up at him with a smile. “Promise?”
He growled and walked me backward, faster than I could keep up with. My back hit the floor-to-ceiling window looking out over Las Vegas, and he grabbed my ass and yanked me up, wrapping my legs around him. His cock entered me hard and fast, without warning, filling me completely. He swallowed my gasp with his mouth, his kiss rough and demanding, while he plunged his tongue and his cock into me.
I reached across his back to where I knew his wings were hidden by some kind of magic, then wrapped my arms around his neck. I slid my fingers along into his lush, dark hair, holding on tight as he pounded into me relentlessly.
With my naked ass pressed against the window, I was on display for anyone who might look over. Maybe someone in one of the other hotels, or one of the Fallen flying outside on patrol. The thought that someone could be watching us made the whole encounter even more sinful.
Against my back, the glass was cool, but my skin felt like it was on fire. Lucifer’s strong arms moved me up and down on his cock while his hips rocked into me. His entire body fucked me so thoroughly I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk afterward.
I was getting close, so close, thanks to his intoxicating rhythm, but then he suddenly pulled out of me, setting my feet back on the floor. My need for him skyrocketed and I started to protest, but then he spun me around, so my naked body faced the windows. He held me against him, snaking his hand down to my clit, pinching it hard as we gazed out at the bright city lights with our reflections imposed over it.
While his cock nudged me from behind, he played with me, teasing me, tormenting me. One hand on my clit, and the other on my breasts. My pussy throbbed, aching for him to fill me again, and I whimpered.
“Lucifer, please.”
He buried his face in my hair, then nipped lightly at my ear as his fingers stroked my wet folds. “Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours. Please. I need…”
He pinched my nipple hard. “Yes, what do you need?”
I gasped from the mix of pain and pleasure. “I need you inside me.”
He pushed me forward, my hands splayed against the glass, then entered me roughly from behind. My nipples tightened painfully and I arched back against him, needing him to fill me completely. He felt so huge in this position, like he was tearing me apart, and I loved every second of it.
In the reflection of the mirror I watched him fuck me from behind, his hands on my hips, his eyes red and wild. His wings flared out behind him, his black feathers exuding darkness, and the sight of him in his true form made me want him more. Only I could make the devil lose control like this.
“This is what you want,” he said, between hard thrusts. “You want me to fuck your tight little pussy so hard you feel me for days.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried out, as he pounded into me, my breasts shaking from the impact.
He grasped my hair, yanking my head back. “Now you’re going to come, and you’re going to scream my name so loud everyone in The Celestial will know the devil’s the one fucking you.”
With that, he reached around with his other hand and stroked my clit, setting me off like a bomb. I convulsed around him, my knees growing weak, and only his hands holding me kept me upright. I screamed his name as a violent orgasm ripped through me, like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hips bucked back against him, wanting it to never end, while he kept rubbing my clit and filling me up. Only when I felt like I was bursting with pleasure to the point I’d surely die did he let himself go too. I felt it when he came, like a rush of power leaving his body, his wings flaring and his red eyes looking at me in the window’s reflection. Like he was staring right into my soul.
Then he picked me up in his arms, our naked bodies cradled together, and he carried me to his bed. He set me down on it, while I tried to remember how to breathe, and he lowered himself beside me, his wings fading away into the darkness of the room.
I turned to his face and stroked his cheek, with a delirious grin on my face. “And now, sloth.”
“I’m not done with lust just yet,” Lucifer said, as he spread my thighs and ducked his head between them, wringing another orgasm out of me with his tongue and his fingers, making me scream his name again and again.
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night…and I was definitely not complaining.
22
Hannah
My hair tumbled over my left shoulder in shiny blonde ringlets. Damn, it looked good. I sat in a robe, feeling sexy and sultry before the gorgeous gown even went over my head. The matching bra and panty set under the robe did their part as well, the lace detail against my skin reminding me I was wearing bedroom underwear—the kind I wanted Lucifer to see.
I met Zel’s dark eyes in the mirror. “For a badass killer, you do a great job on hair.”
“What, a girl can’t be multi-talented?” Zel tapped me on the nose before going back at it with the wand of black goop. “Hush, or I’ll mess up your mascara.”
This was it. My last night here with Lucifer, appropriately known as Devil’s Night—the night before Halloween. But then what? I was free, I supposed. The devil’s bargain hadn’t extended past seven days. It
