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The pleasure inside me heightens, the force of it nearly reaching an apex, but Lucifer senses the exact moment when I start to let go, the exact moment I’m unleashed.
My body begins to pulse, an abundance of light bubbling inside my chest before it tears through me. My mouth opens on a silent scream, but Lucifer’s there to catch me, his shadows smothering it out before it escapes the clearing.
He releases my throat, my breath rushing back to me, and I see stars.
In his eyes. In the open sky above me.
From the feeling of his rock-hard cock pumping inside me.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Come apart for me.” He strokes me in a way I would never dare pleasure myself, rough and terrifying, his cock splitting me in two, but somehow in his hands, it works for me. I shudder beneath him, my pleasure and whatever else is inside me farfrom over as he lays a gentle kiss on my neck. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you, even the darkest parts of you,” he whispers. “Let it out now.”
And I do.
At his command, I come apart completely.
Another pulse of light and pleasure bursts through me, my release so intense it breaks past Lucifer’s shadows, shattering the barrier he’s created and nearly blinding us both. He thrusts into me, emptying himself inside me on a guttural curse as I orgasm so hard, I swear I feel not only the earth shake, but the heavens too.
And maybe I do.
Maybe whatever this is between him and me really is life altering.
I shudder and shake beneath him, a strange sort of relief filling me, and for a moment, for the first time, I fear what eternity means. The depth he’s created in me.
Once the earth has crumbled and humanity has fallen, Lucifer and I will still be here.
Love everlasting.
Lucifer’s own orgasm finishes shortly, the final grunt of his pleasure settling me into a familiar, sated kind of subspace as I stare dazedly up at the stars.
I don’t know what just happened, or what the hell he unleashed in me, but it feels like it’s more than my dress that’s ruined. Though he’ll find a way to replace it for me. He always does. And as I lie there, panting and trembling beneath him, the cold, hard ground suddenly feels less solid in the face of our infinity. Less stable.
Like he cut whatever gravity tethered me to the earth.
What the fuck did he just do to me?
Lucifer’s hand comes to my belly, his touch now so gentle it’s reverent, as he uses a mixture of dirt and some of his cum, which leaks from me like paint over my bare skin.
Some kind of angelic symbol.
“What does this mean?” I rasp, my voice uncharacteristically hoarse from where he choked me. I’m not certain whether I mean the symbolor the shock of power he just fucked from me, though I’m not sure it matters.
“It means forever, little dove,” he whispers to me.
I let out a contented sigh, despite the shakiness in my limbs, the uncertainty and fear that coils in me. I know better now than to believe everything he tells me. This and most of the things that leave his lips are a lie.
A beautiful, terrible lie.
And yet, for one sweet, blissful moment, I lean into him and allow myself to believe it, completely.
Chapter Four
Lucifer
It’s sometime later as Charlotte and I lie beneath the stars, and she finally begins to emerge from the haze of subspace, that she whispers, “What the hell did you just do to me, Lucifer?”
I don’t deign to answer her.
Instead, I roll to my side, coming to stand beside where she lies on the cold forest floor. I’ve barely managed to put my sullied clothes to rights and tuck my semihard cock back into my suit pants when suddenly I feel another celestial presence behind me.
