Page 52 of Unholy Night

“What does a long while translate into in your lifespan?” My voice breaks as he opens his mouth and softly licks my pulse point.

“Much, much longer than you’re thinking.” The hand on my waist slips lower and his body presses closer to me. “You smell divine. And I would know.”

I laugh, feeling breathless as his lips travel from my neck to my shoulder.

“Then we should remedy that,” I say, replying to his earlier statement.

“Thank God.” He steps back and sweeps me into his arms. “Your room or mine?”

I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. It’s my turn to torment him and press my lips to his jaw, licking and nibbling. He groans and starts walking toward the room that was made for me on my last visit.

“Your room. I can’t make it to mine.” His voice is husky and filled with desire as he crosses the sitting room and kicks open my door.

“Lucifer!” I chastise.

“I’ll fix it. I promise.” He strides to my bed and stops.

I work at his tie as he sets me on my feet. He shrugs out of his jacket as I finally undo the knot of his tie and slide it off his neck.

His mouth crashes into mine, his fingers tangling in my hair as he cups the back of my head. I groan and press closer to him. My hands run over his chest, tracing the lines of hard muscles underneath. His free hand is at the small of my back and presses me tightly against him. I can feel every inch of him and I’ve never wanted a man the way I want Lucifer.

Growing needy, I pull at his shirt, not caring about the buttons that pop under my hands. I shove it from his shoulders and take a moment to admire him. And then I’m back, licking the hard lines I traced with my fingers earlier. My hands eagerly go to his waist and undo the button of his pants and grope for the zipper.

“Lyla,” he growls. He threads his fingers through my hair and gently pulls me away. “Sweet, Lyla. You’re going to be my undoing.”

He pulls my face back to his for a long, slow kiss. He moves his hands from my hair, tracing my neck, then the curve of my breasts. I press into him, wanting more. So much more.

That’s when he grabs the front of my dress and pulls. The sound of cloth tearing clears a little of the fog from my brain as my beautiful dress slips from my shoulders to the ground.

“Fairs, fair, love.” He smiles, but it’s his turn to go a little wild. His hands cup my breasts, gently kneading while his thumbs tease my nipples.

“Please,” I whimper.

With a growl, his hot mouth finds one peak, swirling his tongue over it before sucking. I groan and grip his hair in an attempt to keep him right here. So good, it feels so good.

While his mouth is occupied, his hands are shamelessly exploring my body. I whimper when he teases the lace panties I chose for the night. Somewhere deep inside, I was hoping the night would end this way.

Despite my grip on his hair, he pulls away to lavish my other breast with the same amount of attention.

I moan loudly and tip my head back. His hold on me tightens and I pull at his hair in desperation. When he slides my panties down my hips and gently slips his hand between my thighs I turn to butter. He growls again as he explores my core and I finally find purchase, wrapping my hands around his horns.

“Yes!” My hips move on their own, urging him to do more. “Please, Lucifer.”

I caress his horns, remembering his reaction during our first kiss and he stiffens. Suddenly the scrape of teeth meet my nipple and I continue to trace the curve of his horns while whispering his name and begging for more. When his fingers finally slip inside, I reach for his pants, sliding them down so I can capture his hard length.

He hisses when I stroke him, matching the speed he sets. As I near the peak he pulls away and I whimper. He rakes my hand off him and presses a gentle kiss to my palm.

“Not the first time.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he makes the way to my bed. “I want it all, Lyla.”

He sets me down and I lay back, spreading my legs in invitation. “Then come and take it.”

Instead of climbing onto the bed with me, he kneels and uses my legs to pull me toward him.

“A taste first.” He kisses my inner thigh, slowly getting closer to my hot core. “I need to taste you.”

His lips are soft and gentle, a chaste kiss at first, before slowly growing into something more. As my hips move and writhe on the bed, he watches me and I keep my eyes on him.

“I need--I need--” I can’t finish the sentence, desperate for release.

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