Page 119 of Trust the Fall
His lips crash to mine as he pulls me down onto him. All the love he has to offer is poured into this kiss. His hands roam as mine tangle in his unruly hair, tugging lightly. He groans and I pull away, nervous I’m hurting him.
“I... did I hurt you?”
“Quite the opposite. I’m hard as stone, Victoria. I can barely contain myself.”
I giggle like a damn teen, but it can’t be helped. Lucifer’s pained expression, mixed with his adjustment of his dick, make me want things that I shouldn’t, considering God was just in my presence.
“Your mother and father are near,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m pretty sure neither of them has a right to any say in my life. My father owes me for all of his lies.”
Luke lifts a brow. “You sound a little bitter, love. Anything I can do to help stoke that flame? I kinda like it when you’re angry. It’s hot as hell.”
I laugh. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, since you almost died, but if you don’t take me now, it’ll be me who perishes.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” he grins. “Whatever shall we do?”
“Hmmm,” I tap my finger to my chin. “We’re in your room. Let’s see just how hot things can get.”
I don’t waste time throwing myself at him, but he’s quicker than me, grabbing my hips and placing me underneath him.
His mouth comes down on my neck, kissing a trail downward until he’s met with leather.
“Damn clothes. While I quite enjoy your ass in this getup, it has to go.”
With a flick of his wrist, my clothes are gone. I’m entirely naked, and based on the gleam in his eyes, he approves wholeheartedly.
He cups my face and tilts it upward, placing his mouth on mine. I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer to me. Demanding more from him.
He kisses me hungrily while pushing his erection into my wet center. I groan at the contact, needing so much more.
He runs his hand over my flesh, heating everywhere he touches along the path. Pulling away from my mouth, he grins devilishly down at me.
“What are you...”
“Quiet, love. I’ve wanted to taste you for too long.”
He slides down until his head is between my legs. When his tongue runs a line up my folds, I cry out, body shuddering as intense pleasure washes through me. My breathing is quick and shallow with every swipe of his tongue.
I don’t think it can feel any better until he inserts one expert finger, working me into a frenzy. My hands grasp at the sheets, nails digging in as I squirm under him.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
Luke pulls away, smirking up at me. “Not God, love. Only the devil could make you come with his tongue and a single finger.”
My head falls back as my eyes roll into my head. “Don’t talk,” I groan, needing his mouth back on me.
He chuckles before diving back in. I thrust my hips up, rubbing my clit into his mouth unabashedly. The move only fuels him. His tongue grows more aggressive as he enters a second finger into the mix, drawing my orgasm to the front.
My core clenches and I cry out, coming onto his tongue as he laps up every last drop.
“Need you. Inside of me.” My words come out staccato and desperate.
In one swift motion, he centers himself at my entrance and drives in deep. My nails dig into his arms, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.