Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (short story to read .txt) 📗

When the backs of her calves hit it, they stopped. She blinked and then, he was only clad in boxers. It was still a little weird when he changed his clothes at will, but she was getting used to it.

His fingers went to the belt of her robe, untying it slowly. Her hands shook.

What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he decides he doesn’t want this any longer?

She tried to shush her ridiculous thoughts.

When he slipped it off her shoulders, it fell into a pool at her feet. She couldn’t look at him, but she heard the sharp intake of his breath. His fingers tucked under her chin, forcing her face upwards. His eyes were dark with desire, lust, want, need. He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands running down her bare back.

“Perfect. All of you is perfect.”

Her hands curled around his back, pulling him closer. She could feel his chest brushing against hers. It sent tingles down her spine. She’d wanted Lucifer from the moment they’d met. Giving in felt right. Having him against her felt perfect. Two months of denying herself was too much.

He pressed her down on the bed, covering her with his body. The heat between them spiked as his fingers brushed down her sides. He released her mouth, pressing kisses to her collarbone.

“Lucifer,” she whimpered.

“Mmm, are you impatient after denying me for so long?”

He pressed her legs open, settling in between them. His fingers trailed up her inner thighs. She arched up against him.

“Yes. Aren’t you?”

His eyes glittered with mischief.

“I want to take my time, savour each moment, each kiss, each touch.” Fingers trailed up her sides with each word. “You’re mine. Every inch of you.”

Even if that’s what he wanted, she most definitely didn’t. All she could think about was him inside her.

“You can take your time later. No teasing… please.”

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. His smile turned wicked, but he didn’t stop her as she relieved him of the final barrier between them.

He is stunning. I know he’s an angel, but really, it should be illegal to be that attractive.

Curling her fingers into his hair, she tugged him down so she could kiss him. His fingers ran up her inner thighs again, inching them open further. He gripped her hips, pressing up against her sex. He groaned into her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot and wet. I need to feel you all over me, right now.”

Lucifer, please. I can’t take it. I ache for you.

In one swift movement, he pressed inside her. Her fingers dug into his back. All her focus was on where their bodies joined together. It was everything and more. Every inch he gave her sent a wave of pleasure rushing over her entire body. She was sure this had something to do with him being an angel, but she didn’t care. She turned her face from his, needing to take a breath.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

He buried his face in her neck, pressing hot kisses to her skin. He set a slow, almost gentle pace, pressing deeper with each stroke. It seemed so at odds with his brutal nature and their explosive desire for each other. Yet, it felt right to her.

Something had changed between them that first night she’d asked him to stay with her.

He released one of her hips, grabbing her hand, he pressed it down next to them, entwining her fingers with his. His other hand brushed up her side before he cupped her face, staring down at her with those mesmerising eyes of his.

“This is worth every second I’ve spent longing for you,” he said.

He saved her answering him. Pressing his mouth to hers, passion ignited between them. His pace quickened. She hooked a leg around his, drawing him closer. She felt it everywhere. Him. His hands on her skin. The power he exuded washed over her, trailing along her skin like electricity.

Harder. I want more. I want all of you. I need everything.

She matched his movements, both lost in each other as he gave her exactly what she’d asked for. She’d never felt as close to anyone as she did to Lucifer in that moment.

Crying out, her fingers dug into his back when she started to feel the familiar stirrings of her impending climax. It was if his hands were running down every inch of her skin. Jolts ran down her spine until she felt them right in her core.

“That’s it, let go,” he whispered, his mouth close to her ear.

It was like something snapped inside her. She cried out his name, shaking and trembling as the intense pleasure tore through her. His pace didn’t slow, if anything he pounded into her faster, harder and every stroke sent a new wave across her core. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, quite unable to hold back as the dam broke entirely. He grunted, his hand tightening in hers when he lost control too.

It was a long while before she fought her way back through the fog of ecstasy he’d brought on. She smiled, closing her eyes. He was still pinning her to the bed with his body, but she didn’t care. It was perfect. So perfect she wanted to experience it all over again. She wasn’t ready to go home at all. Not after the life altering sex she’d just had.

“Candace,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “Stay with me.”

Her eyes snapped to his. Her heart felt tight, constricting in her chest. Every part of her wanted so much for all of this to be different.

“Don’t ask me to do that, please,” she whispered.

Chapter Twelve

Lucifer stared down at the woman who utterly disarmed him. There