Page 65 of Lucifer's Redemption

He’s cute when he thinks.

“When I touched her, my fingers turned black. It didn’t hurt my hand, just maybe I felt a little weak. Then as I remembered that I didn’t get dessert”—I narrowed my eyes at Luci—“the black stuff on my fingers flaked off and blew away into nothing. Alana looked weirded out.” I sat back further into the chair, causing my feet to no longer meet the floor. “So, I think she’s sorry,” I stated again as I opened Loki’s book.

Luci’s hand reached out, examining each finger that touched Alana. Nothing was to be seen except for a hint of pink on each nail. “Thank you, bunny,” Luci kissed the back of my hand.

I leaned closer, ready for him to say it, to tell me those few little words.

Luci chuckled, winking at me with those dark eyes, only for him to walk out the door.

Meanie.

“And I didn’t get dessert earlier!” I yelled as he walked away.

Loki didn’t take that long to fall asleep—which I find surprising because he was a ball of energy when I was around him. I tucked him in with his blankets, careful to turn out the lights and shut the door really quietly behind me. The soft click had me blow out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Suddenly, I backed into a giant wall—it was Luci!

“Hi!” I whispered, trying not to rouse Loki. Luci said nothing as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the doors just down the hall. It was Luci’s room with the big black doors and hints of red in the wood. Opening his door, he pulled me into the dimly lit room of soft reds as the door clicked behind us, locking us in. He stalked towards me and pulled me flush against his body.

“Luci?” I whispered, grabbing onto his shirt. He pressed me backward, and my feet stumbled a few times before climbing two stairs upward to reach his bed that lay on a raised floor. Landing on the cushy bed, a black, fur throw lay behind me as my hair cascaded onto the red velvet comforter.

Luci hovered over me, his eyes no longer dark but ablaze with a fire I had yet to see. Both hands landed beside my head. My chest rose with the excitement I felt. My fingers tickled up his clothed chest, wishing I could feel his skin and the beating of his heart better.

“Are you scared?” Luci’s voice sounded deeper than I remembered. His fingers entangled in my hair, pulling it up to his lips and inhaling my scent deeply.

I shook my head silently. One of his hands reached down to my thigh, slapping it lightly to catch my attention. Deep guttural growls hammered through his throat, instigating me to clench my thighs together.

“N-no, sir.” I tried to redeem myself.

Luci’s eyes widened, his hand palming his man parts. The deep chuckle reverberated into his chest and turned into a heated kiss when his lips slammed into mine. Luci’s hands roamed my body, touching everything on the outside of my clothing. He had me craving more, and the tingles grew stronger with every moment of his touch.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled in my mouth. “Those little innocent things you do, what you wear—you do not know how much I want it.” His mouth sucked my lips, piercing my bottom lip with a fang.

My tongue darted from my mouth, tasting the blood.

“Sweet, isn’t it?” Luci’s lips traveled lower, kissing the side of my neck. Leaning in the opposite direction, his kisses pulled on my skin.

“What do you mean by you ‘want it?’” I barely uttered the words. Luci’s hand was now on top of my thigh, scooting it towards my hip where my panties lay. I forgot my question.

“Bunny, I want all of you.”

I hissed as he pulled the tiny string that held the front and back of my panties together and let go. It slapped, giving me a rush of tingles.

“Did you think of me when you put these on this morning? Are you reallythatinnocent?” The tension in my panties gave, and I felt both sides fall away from my skin.

“Luci! My—” Luci’s eyes darted to me, his devilish smile had me gripping the blankets below.

“I want you to call me sir.” Luci’s tongue licked his bottom lip. My head cocked in confusion.

But his name is Luci?

“It would make me really happy,” he purred, his lips kissing up my thighs. My body going into putty mode, I melted back into the bed.

I can get new panties.

Luci’s fingers trailed up my torso, so painstakingly slow. The little scrapes of his nails gave me the same fun goosebumps I got when I ate too much ice cream.

“Sir?” I rasped. He seemed satisfied with my reaction.

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