Page 44 of Eternal Sacrifice
“Hold on, Fox. I haven’t finished explaining.” Justice took a moment to figure out where he was in his history lesson. “Lilith came back from the mortal realm, upset. Lucifer was pissed that his father had hurt his creation, so he went to the mortal realm to make a point. He cut down the tree his father loved so much, dragging it with him through a portal into Hell.”
“So the whole Eve eating a piece of fruit she shouldn’t have?” I said, truly hearing the words as they came out of my mouth.
“Even sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Justice nodded.
“But it made sense too. In the way it was presented.”
“You have to look out for the pretty bows that change shape to fit where they need. The truth is, the ribbon should never have been a bow in the first place. It was clearly meant to be a tie.” Justice ended his short rant, looking particularly pleased with himself.
“I love you.” I shook my head and smiled, happy that some things remained the same. Justice was a steady constant in my life, and I needed his insane ramblings to know all was right in the realm.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that, Fox.” He leaned his head onto my shoulder before a low hum vibrated from his chest.
“Are you purring?” I pulled away just to get a good look at him. Part of me expected him to have turned into a literal cat.
“You make me so happy, Fox.” The room filled with his love for me. It rushed up to caress my skin, massaging my tight muscles and helping me to relax into Justice’s waiting arms. “Let me orgy with you all by myself, Fox.”
I laughed, not bothered by the technical meaning of the word. The same way I thought about Jasper calling me Princess. Words are just things we used to communicate. If Jasper calls me Princess, and I know that means me, and I respond to it, then it is effective communication.
“You never finished telling me how the book was made, just that the tree was in Hell.”
“Oh!” Justice’s face lit, and he tried to mentally backpedal. He shifted gears and entered a metaphorical drift. “Lucifer made the tree into paper.” He reached forward to grab the book, holding it and twisting it in the air. “Book paper. Or at least those were the rumors.” He looked at the book. “Now, I know they are fact.”
I nodded along with him, happy to see his excitement.
“But that means this is probably super dangerous. We need to wear protection in the future.” I wasn’t sure if Justice was still talking to me or even about the book. He muttered to himself, as if he could hear voices from the pages and tried to mimic them.
“I thought you were going to show me a one-demon orgy,” I said, bringing him back to the present in a snap.
A broad grin stretched across his face, and he threw the book behind him without the slightest care.
“Hey! Be careful.”
Justice didn’t give me a moment to feel concerned for the ancient book of spells before pouncing on top of me. We fell to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs. Justice gripped my clothing to tear it from my body while his lips paid tithing for every inch he exposed.
My skin felt tight and hot, almost electrified. I needed the feeling of his soothing touch to spread the energy between us before it consumed me. I burned the remaining clothes from our bodies before hearing a sad groan from Justice. He pushed off me just enough to break contact while his head hung low to look me in the eye.
“The pants, Fox. The pants.”
I laughed, sitting up to kiss the base of his neck before wrapping my arm around to pull him down on top of me once more. He kissed me with smiling lips, and our hands resumed their frenzied quest to map one another. The pace slowed gradually, and the laughter and giggles gave way to a melting embrace.
Every touch of his fingers held the same sort of awe and reverence as if he was touching me for the first time. There was a slight tremble to his movements, a shuttering of his breath as if he was caressing something he wasn’t meant to have. His tongue expertly danced along mine, delicately teasing me with deliberate motions.
Justice was in complete control of his body as well as mine. The tip of his tongue made promises the rest of his body could keep. He slipped into the space between my thighs, grabbing me by the hips to move me into a better position. His movements no longer trembled, his confidence returning to the surface once familiarity took hold. With a sharp, quick thrust, he sheathed himself inside me, tearing a groan from both of our lips.
I looked up at him, reaching up with my hand to move a strand of his white hair. But he used my arm as a guideline, peppering kisses as he made his way back to my lips. Justice used slow, easy thrusts, grinding against me with each press of his hips. His tongue was just as adamant about keeping the pace slow. There were times when the slow pace would drive me to insanity faster than an orgasm. But the way Justice held me in place changed the entire feeling. It was almost as if he wanted the pace slow simply because I did not, and he was making a point about who was in charge.
One of the things I loved the most about Justice was the fact that I could trust him to push me to my limit, shatter me, and still be there for cuddles. My cute and cuddly psychopath.
“We should test the boundaries of our new powers, Fox,”Justice said the words directly into my mind, and I felt a cold prickle sweep through my body.
“I need to try poison-demon-angel-blood,”I told him. It was one of the top things on my need-to-try list.
“Oh! That’s a good one, Fox.” Justice pulled away from me, taking his cock with him.
“No,” I huffed. “I’m still very interested in fucking as well, Justice.”
He shot me a lopsided grin, suggesting this was just another part of his plan to deny me just for the pleasure of watching me squirm. Only he chose the literal, most irritating way to do it.
