Page 53 of Dark Prince

Chapter19

Sophia

I’m still shakingfrom my climax and buzzing with a chaotic swirl of emotions as Lucas gazes down at me. He kisses me, and as he pulls back, his true form flits across his face for a moment, the darkened skin and glowing eyes that I saw out in the woods reappearing in a brief flash.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first night I met you,” he tells me, punctuating the words by pumping his barely softened cock deeper inside me. “You captured my attention, capturedme, and you haven’t let me go.”

Holy shit. That’s a lot to take in.

This whole time, he’s been wanting me. Since the first time he saved my life, he’s been thinking about fucking me. Overwhelmed, I bury my face against the crook of his neck for a moment, brushing my lips over his skin.

“I wanted you too,” I tell him. “I thought about you fucking me, wondering what it would be like.”

When I let my head drop back so I can see his face, I find his eyes smoldering. Desire flashes across his expression as he speaks.

“How did the real thing compare to your imagination?”

“Honestly?” I chuckle, my voice still a bit hoarse from screaming out his name. “It blew my fantasy out of the water.”

“Good.” Lucas chuckles. Then he kisses me deeply, rutting inside me, rolling his hips against mine. Dizzily, I realize that he’s fully hard again.

His lips trail over my skin, making desire move through me like ripples in a pond—gentle and small at first, but growing, taking over the surface. I can’t believe I’m already getting so turned on again.

After all of that? After everything he did to me the first time?

The way he kisses me, though… who wouldn’t be weak for it? Whether his mouth is on mine or some other part of my body, it feels as though he could burn me to ash from the blistering heat of his lips. It’s overwhelming, disorienting, and so damnaddictive.

“Can you take more?” he asks in a voice between a growl and a whisper.

His fingers slip down between us to caress my wet pussy, and I’m so lightheaded that I’m once again struggling to string together thoughts. I know I’ll be sore tomorrow—hell, I can already feel the soreness setting in—but my pussy responds to even his light brushes, growing even more wet and eager for him. Our first time was intense and surreal, but I want more.

I need more.

“Yes,” I reply, biting my lip.

“Good girl,” he groans, sounding pleased and tortured all at once. “I’m impressed with your resilience.”

In the next moment, I’m being lifted from the dining table. His hands grip my ass as he carries me, striding across the kitchen. My mind barely has time to make a guess about where he’s taking me before my back is pressed into the cold, unforgiving metal of the fridge. I shiver, a small gasp escaping my mouth.

But before I can speak, his body is pressed to mine. It’s hot, like coals from a fire, compared to the fridge door. There’s something strange and yet alluring about the contrast. The coolness makes me want to lean into him more, but he’s so hot that I’m grateful for the relief of the cold metal.

“How did such a perfect little mortal fall into my hands?” he murmurs before his lips return to my neck. Only this time, he’s sucking harder, biting more aggressively, lapping at my skin hungrily.Fuck, how is he so good at this?

A moan pours from my throat as he pulls out nearly all the way and then slams back into me, continuing to fuck me almost as if we never stopped the first time. He’s rock hard again, making me stretch around his massive girth. My arms and legs stay wrapped around him for balance as my hands rake through his thick dark hair, gripping at the roots again and savoring the soft growls that rumble in the back of his throat in response.

“You’re so tight, little bird,” he whispers into my neck. “I’m going to make you sore in the best of ways. Do you want that? Want me to fuck you sore?”

“Yes,” I groan, turned on just at the thought.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growls, flexing his hips to drive deeper inside me. “And while you recover, I’ll fuck you with my tongue. Forever.”

I don’t know if placing Lucifer in your own personal Heaven is some form of sacrilege, but he’s in mine now. Forever like this with him? I think maybe I would sell him my soul, if that was the cost of admission.

“Lucifer…”

I moan into his ear, wanting to encourage him.

His mouth attacks mine, his tongue sliding between my lips. He nips at my jaw, pressing me firmer against the metal as he quickens his pace.

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