The kiss deepened. Aeshma's lips were warm, full, and they opened against his with an avidity she no longer hid. Lucifer slid a hand into her chestnut-orange curls, gripping them gently while the other descended along her hip, feeling the firm curve of her waist under the thin black dress.
She sighed against his mouth, a small husky sound that vibrated straight into his chest. "Mmhh… touch me, Lucifer."
His fingers did not need to be asked twice. He first caressed the outside of her thigh, slowly lifting the dress that slid over her soft and slightly warm skin, as if a fire smoldered just beneath. Aeshma had long, sculpted legs, with well-defined calves and thick thighs that trembled slightly under his palm. He went higher, finding bare skin, and she parted her legs a little to make it easier for him.
"Fuck… you're burning," he murmured, nibbling her lower lip.
Aeshma answered with a low moan, almost a purr. "Hnn… continue."
