Page 10 of Azure Mania

“Yvonne,” Lucifer rasps, and for the first time, his voice holds no hatred or resentment. It’s filled with uncertainty, with something that neither of us expected to hear — vulnerability.

I think I’m having a heart attack.

There’s no other explanation as to why my heart is acting this way. Like a little traitor, swayed by the softly spoken words of her enemy. No matter what happens, I can’t let this fleeting moment, ruin the revenge I spent half a century perfecting. I poisoned my own blood to ensure his death would be as painful as possible, and as slow as a snail. I will allow nothing to get in the way of that.

I cannot allow it.

His eyes dip down to my lips, and I realize that whoever this is, it’s not the Lucifer I know. It’s like he’s in a trance, under a love spell, something even I wouldn’t dare play around with.

His thumb brushes off the small droplets of blood from my chin, bringing the thumb to his lips. He sucks off the blood with such delight, his eyes twinkling in excitement. Had my blood completed the process of infusing the poison, he would’ve started having seizures. Instead, he looks at me like the blood he just licked is the sweetest honey, the most addicting of drugs.

“What are you doing?” I breathe out, unable to shake off the overwhelming feelings blooming inside of me. It’s raw, it’s new, and not something I think I am strong enough to fight off. Instead, I lean into his touch like the stupidest woman alive.

He doesn’t pull back. If anything, he leans in, too.

His breath hits my lips, and the room begins to spin around me. All I can focus on are his eyes, the depth of which he’s looking at me. Like this is his next way of tormenting me, and I’m not strong enough to fight back.

So, when he grabs me by the throat, and kisses me hard enough to pour in all the hatred, I don’t fight.

I kiss him back.

Chapter 6

Lucifer

I’m not sure what evil spirits are possessing me right now.

None of this was supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have even seen Yvonne as a woman. She’s the reason I had to relive my trauma, my fucked-up past, over and over again, for two hundred fucking years. If anything, I should be finding a way to break the cursed connection that links us, so I can kill her as soon as possible.

But with her lips tangled with mine, I can’t think straight. Her scent is intoxicating, the mix of herbs, potions and something uniquely Yvonne, makes my head spin. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be touching her like she’s my only salvation left on this Earth.

But she’s not pushing me back either.

My hand wraps around her throat as I pull her deeper into a kiss, lifting her to her feet. She follows, her hand clutching my wrist. Her mouth parts for me, my tongue darting out to taste every inch of her mouth. Fuck, she tastes like my personal damnation, she tastes like she was made to ruin me.

“Lucifer,” she moans into the kiss, and it goes straight to my cock. At this point, both of us are too far gone to think straight, to consider the terrible consequences that are bound to follow us, that will catch up with us sooner rather than later.

“God, you taste good,” the words leave my mouth almost involuntarily, my free hand wrapping around her waist. She melts into me, her fingers threading through my hair. She yanks on it, and I’m certain she feels the pain, too.

“I fucking loathe you, you monster.”

“Do you moan for all monsters like this, Yvonne?”

As retribution, she bites down on my lip, hard. The black blood mingles into the kiss, but she doesn’t care. Instead, she jumps up, my hands immediately wrapping around the back of her thighs.

I start moving up the stairs, and although I have no idea of the outline of this cottage, there are only two rooms upstairs. A bedroom, and a bathroom. I kick the door open with my foot, shoving Yvonne down on the bed.

She gasps for air, but I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. My lips find hers almost immediately, tearing her clothes off in a frenzy. For someone who physically cannot feel anything, my body’s feeling too fucking hot.

Her scent, her soft, little sounds are the sweetest fixation. Her body trembles beneath my touch, my hands gripping her thighs. This is all happening too quickly, and instead of shutting it down like I should, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see what comes next.

My teeth graze the soft flesh of her neck, and Yvonne leans into the touch, her eyes closing. My cock is rock hard, throbbing in my pants, desperate to sink into Yvonne.

Not yet, though.

This is the first time in 200 years, I’ve been able to feel such emotions. Although it’s fleeting, and with someone I loathe more than anything else, I want to savor this moment. Tomorrow, we’ll go back to trying to kill each other and one of these days, one of us will succeed.

She wraps her fingers around my hair, yanking my head back. Her eyes are dazed, as if she’s on drugs, looking at me. They’re glossy, her cheeks red, and lips plump from the kiss.