Lilith’s body felt nearly on fire with his touch. With the feeling of his hand on her shoulder, running over her bare skin. She didn’t even flinch at the slightly hard and painful grip on her chin. His touch was firm; it always had been; and it was one of the many, many things Lilith had found wonderful about him. About Lucifer. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t falter. She could stare into his eyes, lean against him, and he wouldn’t let her falter either…
Her dark eyes fluttered at the brush of his warm breath on her skin, just inches from her lips. A tease of a kiss that she longed to actually taste but that she knew he would deny her. But Lilith didn’t hesitate to follow him, didn’t hesitate to fall into step beside the convict as he guided her through the alley and down the sidewalk, his heavy arm around her smaller frame so firm and enclosing. A hold she wouldn’t escape—if she had even wanted to at that point.
But no. At that point, all Lilith wanted was more of him. Fulfillment of the desire she had been denied when their relationship had fallen apart years ago. When the fling had faded away… And summer’s heat today, she suddenly realized, sweaty blonde hair sticking to her neck as she shoved a loose strand from her face, her eyes roaming over the dirt and sweat caked to Lucifer’s hardened body as well—Summer’s heat was only adding to the young female’s need. Her desire.
It was nearly torture, continuing to walk along with Lilith by his side on the way to his apartment. All he wanted was to stop, rip the simple clothing from that dark and sweaty body of hers, and feel every inch of it. He wanted to touch, wanted to taste, wanted to know and experience every single bit of Lilith in a way he hadn’t been able to in years. Far too many years, as far as Lucifer was concerned. And prison was only partially to blame for such interference. But there had never been participants that had been as willing as Lilith, and that—that was exactly what Lucifer desired right now.
“We’re here,” he said, without preamble as he produced the sole key to the ground-floor apartment, his arm still draped over Lilith’s small body as he guided her inside the now-open door. The apartment wasn’t much. Livable and almost spartan in its furnishings, the clutter was manageable, with a few items of clothes or old magazines scattered on the couch and coffee table in the living room. A pair of old work boots was laying out in the entry way, and Lucifer kicked them aside as he entered with Lilith, pulling the young woman inside and shoving her back against the wall and instantly bringing his lips to hers.
Lucifer’s tongue plunged into her mouth without warning, his rough hand moving from her knee and up her thigh as he kissed Lilith. The other easily tangled within strands of that long, blonde hair, fingers twining around the dirty golden locks as he kept their bodies close together, his tongue and hands, his touches and lips urging whatever sounds from Lilith they could.