and down my folds, getting the head slick with my desire. I whimpered a little, and a satisfied smile crossed his face at my desperation. When he looked at me like that, I knew exactly why they called him the devil.
When I couldn’t stand a second longer of his teasing, his cock pushed inside me, and it was everything I needed. Thick, hard, and long, a perfect fit for me, like we’d been designed as a pair. He went slow this time, drawing out each thrust and retreat, and I felt every single inch as he moved inside me. He teased my breasts and stared into my eyes the entire time, watching my reaction when he stroked and pinched, when he plunged in deeper, when he claimed me again and again.
Then he pushed me back so I lay flat on the desk, and he grabbed my legs and lifted them up, hooking them over his shoulders. The position allowed him to sink even deeper into me, and put me completely in his control. All I could do was take what he was giving me.
His hips began to roll and lift in a slow, sensual rhythm, his cock hitting me in spots I never knew existed. With one hand he held me in place, and with the other he rubbed my clit, knowing the exact way to touch me to make me lose my mind. Of course he did. He’d been making love to me for centuries, whereas this was all new to me.
“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you come,” he said, his voice rough with lust.
“I’m yours,” I managed to gasp. “Always yours.”
He moved harder and faster, hitting that spot over and over while he teased my clit, and the pressure built until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Just as I began to tighten around him, he dropped my legs and reached down to slide one hand under my head to grip my hair. As the orgasm swept through me, he tugged my body up to press against his chest, then claimed my mouth with a rough kiss. He kept thrusting into me the entire time he came inside me, and all I could do was moan into his mouth against the delicious tug of his hand in my hair, while he drew out every last second of my orgasm.
He held me close against him, and I buried my face in his neck as our hearts raced together. Our breathing slowed to a normal rate, but he didn’t let me go.
“Don’t leave me again,” he said, though it sounded more like a plea than a demand.
“I won’t,” I promised, as I took his face in my hands and stared into his shockingly green eyes. My favorite color, and only now did I realize why.
“You will,” he said, with a sharp intake of breath. “You always do.”
My chest tightened at the inevitability in his words. “And you always find me again.”
“I’m not sure how much longer I can do that,” he confessed. “Each time you die, I lose another part of my soul.”
“We have no other choice.” I stroked his face. “Not even death can keep us apart. Somehow we’ll find a way to be together, no matter how much time or distance comes between us.”
“Not even death,” he muttered, his eyes turning distant.
“What is it?” I asked.
He finally pulled back from me and picked up the ancient books on the floor. “I need to do a little research. I’ll join you in the bedroom shortly.”
I stretched in a way that drew his eyes back to my naked body. “All right. I could really use a shower after my long drive.”
He gave me a quick kiss, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere already. He sat behind his desk, cracking open one of the old books, and I watched him for a moment, wondering what research could be so important…and why his mood had shifted so suddenly.
31
Lucifer
She’d returned to me. I’d hoped for it, but I wasn’t sure it would happen before the curse struck again and we began the cycle of love and death once more. A cycle I had grown weary of, but wasn’t sure we could escape.
While my people had been searching for Hannah, I’d been going through Samael’s old journals in Aramaic, the ones he’d written to document the ancient days. In those thin, cracked pages he described the curse as it happened, and once again I scoured the tome hoping for answers,