I Love Luci Ch. 05

"Then hear me: you cannot steal me away. I will never allow it. But you can love me. Love me as you'd like, when we agree to it, such as on our monthly... 'dates'." I saw where this was going and stepped back from him, feeling Ev retreat, having shown me the path I needed to walk. "You're right, I am needed in my world. I love my family... I love my husband and I BELONG to Herne. But... but you..." I mirrored his earlier stance, raising a hand to cup his cheek and draw his blue eyes to mine as I continued, with less hardness in my tone. "You touch me, also. For whatever reason. Let me love you with my body, if you can't stomach that I could love you with my mind, heart and soul."

"Stomach? Jesus Christ, Gwen, I would love you with everything I am if I could." I smiled softly through my tears.

"I thought we weren't bringing Him into this?" I joked and earned a wry smile.

"Lucifer... never doubt the depth or capacity of a woman's heart to love. Especially mine. Let me... let me love you, just a little."

"Gwen..."

I kissed his lips gently, giving him ample chance to push me away, but he didn't. His fists where held rigidly to his sides, as if forcing himself not to wrap his arms around me again. But, emboldened by his refusal to push me away, I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling his own heart beating for me, as I moved my lips down his neck, over his shoulders and bare chest.

I was a sucker for a nice chest. And while I'd never accuse the devil of manscaping, his chest was smooth and I wanted so badly to curl up with my head pillowed on it, just listening to his strong heart. But I continued my oral voyage before I had to drop to my knees before him.

I kept my eyes on his impassive face. He didn't speak or move and his eyes were flames, burning into me as I returned the gaze even as I knelt before him, and parted my moist lips over the tip of his cock. He did a fairly good job assuming his statue-like stillness until I moved forward and enveloped him completely in my mouth, and took him into my throat. With the first tentative flick of my tongue along the underside of his shaft and the first motion of my throat as I attempted to swallow around his impressive length, I could see he was undone. He groaned deeply, nearly a rumbling growl, and fisted his hand in my red tresses and slowly moved himself in and out of my mouth. His head fell back as he used my mouth in slow, gentle motions, as if it was some inner battle with himself not to fuck my throat until I gagged and my eyes filled with tears at the sudden invasion.

How did I know that was what he was doing? I haven't a bloody clue, to be honest. But I could read the play of emotions across his face even with his eyes closed. When he opened them again... it stole my breath.

"You truly don't understand, do you?" He growled, roughly pulling me off of the beautiful cock I had been busy enjoying. He was over me in moments, holding my body down as his now red eyes burned into mine. But... it didn't frighten me, and I merely returned the gaze unflinchingly.

"I understand few people love the Devil himself." I said quietly, steadily. "And that I can feel the need coming off of you in waves so strongly it makes me wet. But it isn't the need to fuck. It is the need to... to connect. To feel. To BE LOVED." I drew that face with those dangerously bright eyes down to me and kissed him again with intended slowness and tenderness. When he began to return it, I whispered into his ear: "Lucifer... make love to me."

When he took me once more, it was nothing at all like the previous times he'd been with me. It was filled with such tender reverence, I almost regretted the gentle quality of it, stoking my fires but not enough to let me burn through in orgasm. It was a delicate, slow building passion as he took more than my body. I wouldn't be shocked if he stole a piece of my soul as he stole my heart.

"Cum for me," he whispered and even though I didn't feel like I was so close yet, my body immediately complied, and I clutched him to me, wrapped my legs around his hips and shattered around him, unable to even try to erect any defenses between that gnawing hunger inside me and the sheer amount of power he exuded. I tried to tell him, to say, but he merely kissed me and said: "Trust me. Allow yourself to let go. Cum for me. Give yourself over to me."

I clung to him, my nails sinking into his flesh and did as he asked, finally just... dropping all the walls holding back that dark, hungry part of me once more. And I FELT him... felt him all around me, inside me, felt the heat of his energy pouring into me just as he went still, holding me just as tightly, and I could feel him cumming for me just as hard as I was for him. But my body wasn't merely accepting his seed into me... it was drawing deep on his very essence, that light AND shadow he held within his angelic form.

The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was his voice whispering to me: "You belong to me, Gwendolyn. And damned if you didn't ensure I belonged to you, also... I... I think... I could love you, too."