Page 32 of Signed in Blood

“You don’t know what I want?” he asks me and his dark eyes turn pitch black. With the intensity of his stare, he dares me to say it.

“Yes,” I answer in a single breath. My palms turn clammy and I play with the hem of the negligee. The fire crackles in the corner of the room, causing the shadows to play on his strong jaw line. He’s fucking gorgeous. A handsome devil with a wicked tongue.

And maybe the wine is only just hitting me, but suddenly all I want is for him to take me. To take every thought from me. To give me the only kind of heaven that can exist in a place like this.

“I’ll take every touch away and leave only my own,” he promises me, planting a kiss on my shoulder as he slips the thin fabric down. Flashes of what they did to me dare to replay in my head and I shut them down. No! I want their touch singed from my memory. They don’t get to have any place in my mind. Of what makes me who I am.

“I will make it all go away,” he promises me. Yessssss. My nipple pebbles from the soft touch and goosebumps flow down my chest and give me shivers.

“Yes. Please,” I beg him. I beg him. Desperate for the distraction, for the obsession. For the knowledge that my body is my own and it deserves pleasure.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” Lucifer tells me and I believe him.

The heat floods my body in a primitive way. My lips move to his throat and I kiss him there and then again open-mouthed. Taking what I want. A deep groan vibrates up his chest and I love it. As I unbutton his shirt, my fingers tremble with excitement but also nervousness.

What if…

My mind wanders but Lucifer captures my lips in a dominating kiss. His tongue massages mine as he rips his shirt off and pushes me onto the bed.

I yelp in surprise but also in intense yearning. I need him. My body feels empty without his touch.

His belt sings through the air as he rips it off before kicking his pants off, exposing his thick, hard cock. My mouth waters from the sight and I can’t help myself when I clench my thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and I obey. With two fingers, he finger fucks me. The curve of them hitting my G-spot instantly.

I gasp and my head falls back from the immediate pleasure, but it’s not long before he pulls out and rubs my arousal to my backside.

“This is for next time, my little whore. But tonight I want your cunt.”

A small gasp slips from me and once again, he steals an assertive kiss to silence me and stop all my thoughts.

His thrusts are ruthless and commanding.

He groans at the shell of my ear and the masculine sound forces desire to rip through my body. His hips thrust with an urgent need to find his release, and I can barely breathe. The pleasure is all too much, all too consuming. I’m weak and bared to him in all ways and I love it. I need more and yet I can barely withstand the heat and obsession that’s taken over my body.

The sound of him fucking me, from my slick arousal to the steady smack of his pelvis between my legs, is everything as I whimper under him with helpless moans.

He fucks me like he owns me, but every little touch, every kiss, adds to my increasing pleasure as I sit on the edge of a divine undoing.

As he thrusts one last time, my back hits a hard brick wall. Breathing heavily, my breath fogs in front of my face. I cover my body as I realize I’m suddenly in a back alley, but I’m no longer naked. Stylish boots and a thick knitted sweater are paired with skinny jeans.

What the fuck?

Pleasure still rips through me, but I know I’m back in Salem. I have to blink several times as strangers pass on the sidewalk, laughing and talking. Someone is yelling in the distance and a car honks its horn.

My legs are shaking and my breaths staggered. Holy shit. It takes a moment for me to realize with the high of my climax, Lucifer granted my wish.

Fucking back here. Back to continue what we started.

“Well damn,” I huff. “Talk about a walk of shame.” A small grin plays at my lips as I steady myself. My breath still hasn’t even caught up.

A cold sweat lingers on my forehead, but apart from that, I feel…powerful. Like his magic still kisses down every inch of my skin. I touch my cheeks imagining a blush there where it’s still hot. Even on this cold winter night.

Standing up taller, I can still feel him throbbing between my legs and it’s filthy. A dirty secret I fucking love.

As I come down from the high, I attempt to figure out where the fuck I am, but I hardly get two steps down the alley before the clacking of my boots on the old cobblestone is overshadowed by a scream.

“Stop it!” A woman shrieks, and their shadows are seen first. She shoves him but it’s useless. He shoves her back, hard against the brick wall.