Page 28 of Azure Mania

“That’s fair,” I step forward, lifting her chin with my index finger. “Does that mean I’m the first man you’ve ever loved?”

Her brows narrow. “The chances of me saying those three little words to you, are slim to none. Literally, I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”

I bark out a laugh, shaking my head. My hand drops from her chin, and I interlock our fingers. We start walking, the tension in the air easing up as we make our way through the town.

“So, what were you thinking as a gift? I could give you insight into what to get for Ophelia.”

Yvonne sighs. “She seems too sophisticated. She’s always so… put together.”

I nod. “She is. She lives by the whole ‘less is more’ mentality.”

“Then, what would be a good gift?”

“Money,” I shrug. “She’ll always find use for that.”

“How much should I give?”

“We’ll give just enough. Don’t worry about it.”

Yvonne laughs it off, squeezing my hand gently. The wind picks up, and the sky darkens. A storm will come very, very soon, and there’s nothing better than to be curled up with her in the bed, watching as the rain splashes against the window.

As soon as we reach the cottage, she closes the door behind us. She stands in front of me, taking a deep breath.

“Look, Lucifer,” she starts talking, voice low. “I’m not used to this. Give me time. It’s happening and there’s nothing we can do about it, but I’m still finding it… too much.”

I nod. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just… stay.”

She murmurs the words, and before I can promise that I’ll stay by her side for as long as I’m alive, her lips fall on mine. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.

This is exactly what both of us need right now.

Chapter 18

Yvonne

Drops of sweat slide down my face as I slide down on Lucifer’s cock, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pure pleasure. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders while I sink down on him, feeling him stretching me fully.

“Fuck, Little Lamb,” his hands grip my hips, guiding me slowly. “Just like that.”

Shivers run down my spine, and I find myself staring at him. That face of his that’s completely and utterly devoted to every single thing I’m doing, the eyes full of ferality that terrify me, in all the best ways possible.

My head falls back when I start bouncing on him, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the otherwise silent room. My moans follow suit, and I’m too far gone to stop. I can’t stop — everything about this man is addicting, and there’s no cure for me.

He spanks my ass, provoking a moan out of my throat. He growls a little at the sound, pushing himself into a sitting position. His mouth comes down on my breasts, sucking on my nipples desperately. His other hand wraps around my waist, pulling me down deeper onto him.

“Lucifer,” I moan, “you’re too deep.”

“Nonsense,” he murmurs, dragging his canine all over my shoulder, before biting down on it, hard. The mixture of pain and pure, animalistic arousal is enough to send shock waves down my body. “You can take it, can’t you?”

My vision is hazy from the pleasure, and the challenge in his voice does annoy me. Instead of rebutting his claims, I just start riding him rougher, finding a pace that is a struggle for him to follow.

His deep, guttural groans reach my ears, the sound of his enjoyment making all of this feel so much better. He slaps my breast, and I cry out in pleasure. His eyes darken a shade, and the way his lips thin into a line makes me go feral.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little whore for me, taking my cock so well.”

“Lucifer,” I rasp out. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”