The library tower felt smaller somehow, the air thicker with unspoken need. Lucifer's shadows had dimmed the lanterns hours ago, leaving only the crimson moonlight filtering through the tall arched windows. It painted Luna's skin in shades of blood and silver, highlighting the soft curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath her loose robe, the way her dark hair spilled over one shoulder.
Luna's breath trembled against his lips as they broke the second kiss. Her fingers stayed tangled in his silver-white hair, her body pressed flush against his on the wide cushioned bench.
"This is only my second time," she whispered, cheeks flushed. "Don't… don't be gentle just because of that. I've waited long enough."
Lucifer's crimson eyes darkened with hunger. He cupped her face, thumb brushing her lower lip.
"I won't break you," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But I won't hold back either."
