Page 52 of Lucifer's Redemption

"Do you want to go for a ride?" I unlocked the gate, feeling more comfortable with Absalom after he was so gentle toward her.

"Really?" Her eyes fluttered between my horse and me. "Do you think he would let me?"

Chuckling, I grabbed the bridle from the hook next to his stall. Fitting the bit into his mouth, I decided we would ride bareback. We wouldn't travel too far and would remain within the palace grounds.

Helping her mount Absalom as her fists grabbed his mane, she held on tightly until I could position myself in front of her. I wanted her to hold on to me, and part of me knew if I sat behind her, my dick would rub on that glorious ass of hers. Her arms wrapped around my waist as I kicked Absalom into a canter. Uriel squealed in excitement, feeling the large hooves beneath us hit the grass below. The wind created by our speed had Uriel's dress riding up her thighs, her milky skin showing in my peripheral.

Fuck, this was going to be hard.

The bond pulling me to her, wanting to complete the sacred ritual of binding our souls, made my body frantic. We both still had much to learn about ourselves before we achieved such a bond and learning about each other in the process would be difficult.

Absalom cantered towards the vast lake that Father created only ten years ago. As a family, we rode our horses here, carrying picnic baskets and swimming clothes, to relax on the weekends. Loki was only a baby, but Father did his best to help with my anger and my fury as a child. Both of my parents did. Who knows what I would have become if they hadn't tried to help me.

As Absalom drew closer, he grew excited recognizing our old refuge. For a horse, he sure loved the water and would wade into the lake until the water reached the underside of his body, relishing the coolness. Speeding to a gallop, Uriel's body pressed flush with my back. Her breasts rubbed on my bare skin as the motion of the horse rubbed her nipples to a peak. I groaned, feeling her nipples harden. If the wind was not blowing her scent away from me, I'm not sure what I would have done.

Once we arrived, I jumped off of my stallion before helping Uriel to the ground. She landed in the grass, light as a feather, her feet barely parting the grass. "Come with me," I led her to a bench overlooking the lake while Absalom took it upon himself to trod into the lake, drinking the cool water as he did so.

"This is so peaceful and beautiful," Uriel said as she looked over the lake. The red sun was setting in the distance; steam rose above the water as the warmth of the red sun no longer heated the air. Pulling Uriel close, I noted the chill on her arms and rubbed them as she surveilled the surrounding nature.

If she loved the simplicity of nature, from the grass to the hellhounds, horses, and flowers, I'd give it to her, all of it. The one thing I wanted to share with her was more beautiful than any of it, and yet, she did not know it existed. Pinching her chin, pulling her towards me, I exhaled a stuttering breath.

This is it. This was what I brought her here for, to tell her what we are to each other, what bound us together, and why she felt the sparks between our touches. No longer will Uriel be left in the dark. My mate would know everything.

The question is, will she accept it? Will she accept that we will be lovers, friends, and mates with bounded souls?

"I think I owe you some explanations," I muttered. Uriel's eyes lowered to my lips before darting back to my eyes, breaking my concentration. I couldn't keep my head straight. Closing my eyes, I tightened them, shaking my head to rid myself of the thoughts of kissing her with all my might.

"Is it about the bunny thing?" She giggled, breaking the tension.

Chuckling, I pushed a piece of her dark hair behind her ear until my fingers trailed lower, tracing her jaw and neck. Her eyes closed, feeling the sparks follow down her delectable body.

"Yes, it is about ‘the bunny thing.’" My fingers traced her lips. Uriel sat perfectly still, leaning into my touch. "I don't think you are cute," I muttered. Her head pulled back, only for me to take my other hand, cupping it behind her head.

"I think you are fucking beautiful. So beautiful that no sunrise can compare to the glow you radiate in my heart."

Uriel's eyes blinked, her thick lashes tickling her brow. "You said a bad word," she whispered as her body leaned toward me, following the bond.

No longer able to resist the urge, my head dipped down, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. As she returned the kiss, the palm of my hand cupped her face, pulling her deeper into my body.

Chapter 21

Uriel

“Yousaidabadword,” I whispered close to his lips. My body was pulling me closer, trying to melt into the heat of his body. Luci was insanely handsome; his hair brushed his forehead as the gentle breeze pushed it across his brow.

My eyes fluttered from his eyes to his lips. I thought I would save my kiss for someone I loved or deeply cared for but this pull, this longing, just felt so strong. Kissing him like I’ve seen my parents do was something I craved, and my thoughts have been thrown out of the window of my mind.

So, I leaned closer, following what my body desired. And then he touched my lips with his own.

The tingles I felt on our fingers from our touches were nothing compared to this. The heat of his softer-than-I-imagined lips sunk into me, rubbing my now swelling lips with his rough ones. Luci was gentle as he pecked them, but soon he pulled me closer until I became flush with his body. I whimpered, putting my hands on his chest only for both of his hands to cup my face.

Luci pulled back, allowing me to take a breath only to force his lips on mine again. He was being greedy, but I didn’t mind. Having no shirt to grip onto, my fingers trailed up his chest to land on his shoulders, my head now leaning back from the fervor of his kiss.

“Luci,” I breathed.

He hummed, still planting kisses on my lips. One hand snaked around my waist, causing a tickle on my skin making me gasp. He took that moment to slip his tongue into my mouth. The warmth and sucking from his lips had me pooling into a big pile of slime—with sparkles.

I always need the sparkles when playing with slime.

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