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“No.” He maintained his scary expression. He had a bad case of Resting Bitch Face. Luc batted Gus away from me.

“He can continue with the Demonesses for one more night, because I am not ready to share you yet.” He pulled me onto his lap, turning me so we were facing each other. His hands slipped into the slits in his jacket, running up the bare skin of my back and under the arch where my wings met the muscles of my back. I moaned. That felt better than I remembered. “Tonight, my love, you are mine, and only mine.”

And then he kissed me. His fingers wrapped in my hair as his mouth plundered mine, his tongue branding me as it tangled with my own.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Memphis muttered. “Come on Golden Boy, unless you wanna see how long it takes to grow back something important.” He stopped at the door. “Good luck, Arcadia.” There was a smirk in his voice, and I flipped him the bird over my shoulder, but I was smiling against Luc’s lips.

I don’t need luck. What I’m going to need is therapy.

In the same way that Arcadia had been doing to me for years, I could block her out. Only, I could do it a little more effectively. I could probably trap her soul so far down inside my own that she would float in blackness forever more, but I wouldn’t tell her that. She would definitely freak if she knew that I had that much control. I let her have free rein. I wanted her to be comfortable.

“You are thinking far too hard, Acerezeal. Apparently, I am not doing my job, if you are able to form coherent thought.” With that, he flipped me over onto the couch, and put his arms either side rib cage. He unzipped his jacket, slowly revealing inch by inch of my flesh to his gaze. Achingly slowly.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten how beautiful you are. You steal my breath.” His jacket was a little big on me, ending just at the top of my thighs, and when the cool air reached my soaked pussy, I sucked in a breath. Luc finished zipping and pushed the lapels apart, baring me to him. He inhaled deeply. “The scent of your desire, however, is forever etched into my memory. You are so wet for me.” He ran his tongue across one nipple, then the other, before trailing his tongue down my stomach, dipping into my navel and then over the swell of my pubic bone. I bucked into his mouth, and his tongue dipped to my clit, striking it hard. I moaned. My body was electric.

Luc sat up and unzipped his pants, his cock bouncing out as if he too was ready to greet an old friend.

I can’t wait to tell Oz that Angels are definitely not smooth like Ken dolls down there. Arcadia let out a long, low whistle.

“I rescind my earlier offer, Arcadia Jones. You may not watch. Do not panic, I will undo this when we are finished.” He waved a hand, and Cady went quiet.

“That was mean. She’s going to freak,” I said as I used my flight feathers to stroke down his back.

“I do not want to share you tonight, not even with your Redeemer.” He snapped his fingers and the jeans that had clung so tightly to his thighs were gone. He had unlimited control in Hell. He could build a mansion of gold, so getting rid of his pants was child’s play.

I forgot about talking as I took in his body, every hard line, lightly shadowed dip and sharp angle. The long gash that ran from his left shoulder down his torso to his left hip was a constant reminder of falling, and the searing edge of Michael's sword. I’d run my tongue over it many times over the centuries, and my mouth watered to do it again. But Luc had other ideas as he practically dove between my thighs, kissing my pussy with as much intensity, and tongue, as he’d just kissed my mouth. I writhed against him as his tongue stroked up and down my folds in long, hard strokes. He sucked my clit, then swirled his tongue around it, before giving it a careful nip. He did that over and over again until I was screaming his name so loudly that they could probably hear me in the Elysian Fields. I came in wave after wave of pleasure, and I’d barely finished my orgasm when he picked me up, and pulled me against his torso and then impaled me on his granite hard cock.

“Fuck, Luc!” I screamed as he stretched my pussy wide. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him tight against me, so every little movement shot waves of pleasure through my body until I was on fire with electric heat. His hands on my hips, he pulled my hips up and down, moving in the rhythm as old as time itself, muttering in the angelic tongue. I couldn’t even concentrate on what he was saying, but I knew it was probably an ode to me. It was probably a little sacrilegious to use the language during sex, but fuck it. We were already fallen.

My orgasm crashed over me as Luc wrapped his onyx wings around me and caught my screams against his lips.

“I love you, I love you,” I panted, a pledge and an ode.

Luc roared as he reached his own climax, thrusting deep into me, edging the pleasure with pain. We rode it out, and I collapsed against his body.

“It’s better than I remember,” I gasped out.

“It’s exactly how I remember,” he said as he kissed each of my cheeks and then my forehead. I snuggled into his arms, still wrapped in the blackness of his wings, and slept.

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