Warning: This chapter contains explicit content. Please skip if you feel uncomfortable.
Lucifer's hands moved with a blend of hunger and reverence, each caress igniting sparks that danced along Susan's skin. The pulsing beat of the club faded, swallowed by the roaring desire that rumbled in his chest. He was no longer merely the prince of darkness; he had become the embodiment of longing, and she was the light calling him home, a beacon in the night.
With an effortless grace, he spun her around, their bodies entwined as he led her through the thrumming crowd. The world outside blurred into a cacophony of shadows and sound that paled in comparison to the electric connection surging between them. A hushed breath, a stolen glance, and they slipped through a door marked with a flickering sign that read "Private."
The room enveloped them, a small sanctuary detached from the chaos of the outside world. Dim light painted the walls, bathing them in a sultry haze that amplified the tension stewing between them. Susan leaned back against the door, her heart racing, breath quickened by the thrill of the unknown. The moment hung heavy in the air, thick with anticipation and unspoken promises.
Lucifer stepped closer, his intense gaze consuming her entirely, as if he were trying to read her very soul. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this cocoon of yearning and unbridled passion. He reached for her, hands tracing the line of her jaw with an exquisite slowness before tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the delicate column of her neck. Leaning in, he pressed hot kisses along her skin, each touch a claim that sent shivers cascading through her.
She gasped softly, the sound reverberating around them as he explored her body with insistent hunger. His lips traced the contours of her collarbone, every caress igniting a fire that had been patiently waiting to erupt. Susan's skin felt like silk beneath his mouth, a canvas begging to be painted with delight and ecstasy.
With each kiss, Lucifer lost himself deeper in her warmth, the taste of her essence intoxicating. Every sigh, every shudder pulled him further away from reason. He pressed her against the cool, hard door, teasingly trapping her between the solid surface and the heat of his body. A thrill coursed through her, igniting every nerve ending in response to his unrelenting desire.
His kisses traveled lower, gliding along the delicate edge of her dress, and with deft, practiced hands, he unraveled the fabric, each tug a gentle tease. The soft material slid away, revealing her skin, a silken invitation that left him breathless. Bathed in the dim light of the room, she transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty, a canvas of soft curves and shadows that sparked a primordial hunger within him.
He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, cherishing every detail, as if she were the most exquisite work of art. "Very beautiful," he muttered under ragged breaths. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them, and he reveled in the way she surrendered to him, her breath hitching with each caress. The urgency that had driven them moments before evolved into something deeper, a fusion of souls in a dance that transcended the physical.
With unhurried movements, his fingers traced her softly flushed skin, gliding over her body in a reverent exploration that felt both achingly tender and raw. Susan whimpered softly, a sound that echoed in the depths of him, stirring something ancient. She reached up, fingers tangling in the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their lips met in a fevered kiss. He paused, placing a finger on her lips, his voice a low, sultry whisper. "Enough kissing, let me show you what wildness really is."
Then, without warning, his other hand trailed down her body, finding its destination between her legs. His fingers slipped inside her cunt, igniting a wave of pleasure that made her moan, a rich sound that poured from her lips. As one hand worked within her, the other roamed to her breasts, capturing a peak as his mouth found its way to the other. The sensations overwhelmed her, and as her knees weakened, she had to hold him tighter for support.
Sucking and nibbling on her nipple, Lucifer continued his sweet torment, the way his mouth worshipped her igniting a deeper need within her. "I... I want you," she whispered in ragged breaths, the sound of her voice igniting a fire within him. An intensity coursed through him that he had never experienced, even in fleeting moments with other women.
He felt an irresistible urge to mark her, to claim her as his own, but a sense of restraint held him back. In his world, demons were forbidden to mark their mates without consent, a rule that weighed heavily on him. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to suppress the primal instinct to sink his fang into her neck.
Retrieving his fingers from her glistening depths, he brought them to his lips, savoring her intoxicating taste. "You taste exquisite," he murmured before capturing her lips again, their mouths merging in a heated dance that sent shivers down her spine.
Lost in another kiss, Susan could taste herself on his tongue, a delicious reminder of their connection. Her fingers eagerly sought his pants, deftly unfastening them and freeing his desire. She moved with confidence, slipping her hands beneath his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. Finally her fingers moved swiftly, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.
Scooping her into his arms, he marveled at the way she immediately straddled him, their bodies electric as her cunt brushed against his hard member. A low moan escaped their lips, a sound of need and hunger, as he carried her to the bed.
Once there, time seemed to suspend. As he slid into her warmth, a gasp escaped her lips, a sound that echoed in the charged atmosphere. He pulled out slowly, savoring the exquisite tension between them, before gradually increasing his pace. The world around them blurred as they surrendered to a whirlwind of passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in a euphoric rhythm that sent them spiraling into ecstasy.