“Like…reincarnation?”
“Exactly. And in each life, you’re my mate. My destiny. My heart.”
My pulse raced fast as he talked. I looked deep into his emerald green eyes, and I couldn’t stop the feeling of falling. “Your mate?”
“Yes. Demons sometimes have fated mates, as do a few select angels, including Fallen. It’s rare, but it happens.”
“Like a soulmate…” I said slowly, feeling the rightness of it deep inside me, even as it sounded too impossible to be true.
He leaned closer, close enough that my gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if he would kiss me again. “We’re meant, through all eternity, to be together. It is our fate. Our destiny. And our curse.”
His words stirred something within me, something primal and true. The feeling of falling increased, and I gripped tighter to his hands, knowing he’d catch me. Everything he said was unbelievable, but then again, I’d thought the same thing about demons a few days ago. And with each word, it felt like a light was going off inside me, like something old and powerful finally waking up.
I closed my eyes and breathed in, searching deep in my soul. I always trusted my gut, and it told me that Lucifer wasn’t lying. That everything he said, about reincarnation and destiny and mates, was all true, no matter how insane it sounded. Of course, that only brought up more questions.
“Is that why I was attacked?” I asked.
“Yes—because they know you’re important to me. And why you could defend yourself so easily.”
I stood up and began pacing as his words sank in, resonating inside me. “How many lives? How many times have I died and been reborn?”
“Hundreds. Sometimes we only get a few days before I lose you again. Sometimes we get many happy years together.” He stood, but didn’t come any closer, like he sensed I needed space. “I’m hoping this will be one of the better lives.”
“And we’re together in all of them?”
“Yes, Hannah. Every time you die, I wait for you to be reborn. Those years without you feel endless, and my heart withers and dies, only to return to life once I find you again. And I always do. I find you, I claim you, and I love you, in an endless cycle.”
“Why?” I asked, the only word that came to my lips. “Why me?”
“Because you’re mine.” He stepped forward and took my face in his hands. “You've been mine since you took your first breath, and you'll be mine after you take your last. We are inevitable.”
The truth settled over me like a warm blanket. I still didn’t remember anything from before the accident, but everything he said felt…right, somehow. Like a truth I’d always known deep inside me. Some part of me had recognized him from the first time we’d met, and even though I should be terrified of Lucifer, I wasn’t. Not anymore.
“You find me.” It wasn’t a question. My soul knew it was true. “Every time.”
“Always.” He looked at me with such longing, it cracked a piece of my soul. Something kept me from remembering him, a bitter torture that wouldn’t clear from my mind. Maybe this would do it.
Pushing my mouth against his, I kissed the devil with everything I had in me. I was ready to give it all to him. He cupped a hand around the back of my neck and drew me in close, taking control of my mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips, and I knew the feeling. I’d felt it before. Not from another man, but from him. Always him. Lucifer.
My mind might not remember him, but my body sure did. And it craved more.
15
Hannah
Need pulsed inside my veins and heat pooled in my core as Lucifer’s kiss dominated me. His arms shifted around my waist, and he lifted me with an ease I still couldn’t believe. My nipples ached as they pressed against his hard chest, and he carried me across the room while plundering my mouth with his tongue like he owned it.
He set me on the very edge of the large, black piano and finally broke the kiss to look at me with his infernal eyes. His hand found the thigh-high slit on my long dress, and he dipped a finger under it, stroking my skin. Teasing me. A master of temptation.
Then he grabbed the slit and tugged the fabric, grunting in pure male satisfaction as it ripped easily in his strong hands. The act was so surprising and carnal, I gasped. Then he removed his own jacket with quick, determined motions, like a man about to get down to business. The business of claiming me.
With strong hands he gripped my thighs and spread them apart, flashing him a peek of my dark red thong. I reached out and grabbed his expensive white shirt, the buttons digging into my palms as I pulled him close. The piano was the exact right height for him to fit between my legs and press his hard bulge against my core. I wrapped my legs around him, and his reaction was visceral as he let loose a low growl.
His lips brushed my ear. “I can’t hold back if you do that.”
I ground myself against him slowly, looking up at him with a challenge. “Don’t hold back.”
That glorious fire glinted in his eyes again, a turn-on even now that I knew what it was, and he pulled me closer, lifting me from the piano. I tightened my legs and twined my arms around his neck, running my tongue over the dark stubble along his jaw as he carried me toward his bedroom. Need pounded through my body. I couldn’t remember ever being this desperate to be with someone.
When my mouth reached Lucifer’s ear, I bit it— perhaps a little bit harder than I would’ve if I hadn’t known he was the devil. His growl returned, and the next thing I knew, my back hit his plush mattress hard. Lucifer stood above me in the low light of his room, radiating power and control in his black suit, his face dark and his eyes hungry. For me.
With slow, measured movements, he yanked at the tie on his neck and removed it, while his eyes never left my face. My mouth watered, and I hoped he would continue removing his clothes, but he only stared down at me like the predator I instinctively knew he was.
And tonight, I was his prey.
He grabbed the hem of my already ruined dress before tearing it in half in one quick motion. The sound of the ripping fabric filled the room, and cool air rushed over my bared skin, heightening my desire. My pulse raced faster as I lay before him in nothing but my red lace bra and panties with my black heels. I waited for him to do his worst.
“So lovely,” he said, with that sexy accent that drove me wild. “In every life, you manage to stun me with your beauty.”
Heat rushed through as he finally lowered himself over me, then claimed my mouth again. His kiss was hot and desperate as his hands trailed down my naked skin, and then his lips followed, moving from my neck to my collar, then even lower. I tangled my fingers in his dark hair as his tongue glided along my skin over the top of my bra, my nipples so hard it was almost painful. Then he gripped the edges of the red lace and yanked the bra in half too with a loud rip, making my breasts spill out. I was losing a lot of clothing tonight to Lucifer’s lust, but he’d paid for them, so I supposed he could do what he wanted to them.
Lucifer looked up at me with a devilish grin, then lowered his head again to my breast. His mouth enveloped one of my already-peaked nipples, sucking eagerly as lightning shot to my core. I arched my back and moaned, needing more.
“Lucifer.” I gasped as his tongue swirled around my nipple. “Please.”
He let out a low, sensual chuckle. “I did say you’d be begging for me.”
Then he captured the other breast with his mouth, while his hands slid along my thighs, so close to where I needed him, but not close enough. His fingers brushed against my lace thong, but only for an instant before retreating again, just enough to make me wetter for him.
He really was the devil, and this was his way of torturing me.
“Please,” I begged again. “Let me touch you.”
“Tonight is all about you,” he replied, his voice husky. “Always you.”
I trembled as his words only increased the need inside me. My body built toward orgasm just from the tone of his voice and the touch of his tongue and
mouth on my skin, but it wasn’t quite enough. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life, and only when he entered me would I be complete.
He lifted his mouth from my other breast, where he’d been teasing my nipple with his tongue, and then trailed hot kisses down my skin, which tingled with every brush of his lips. His mouth moved across my stomach, down my hips, and finally lower, his teeth nipping lightly at the lace between my legs. I gasped and lifted up slightly, and he used that movement to hook his fingers in the sides of my thong and tear it off me.
He gripped my knees and spread me wide for him. “Look at this beautiful pussy. Sheer perfection, and all mine. Forever mine.”
He was so close to my core, his hot breath dancing across my slick, eager folds. I was writhing with delirium already and he hadn’t even touched me where I needed him most. Then his tongue slid inside of me, and I nearly leaped out of my own skin.
He darted in and out, tasting me with a low hum of approval that vibrated through me. Then he licked upward, and the tip of his tongue touched my clit seconds before he sucked it into his mouth. I cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure, fingers digging into his silken sheets, while his lips and tongue consumed me.
His fingers joined in moments later, sliding inside of me, fucking me slowly in time with his other movements. With his other hand, he gripped my ass, using it to drag me closer to him, lifting me up like an offering to his greedy mouth.
And then I came apart. My hips bucked, pressing my wet pussy into his face as my inner muscles clenched over and over. Lucifer kept licking and sucking through my orgasm, pumping his fingers into me while I writhed on the bed and moaned, unable to control my own body anymore. It was his now, completely and utterly his.
“It’s been far too long since I tasted you.” Levering himself up on his elbows, he licked his lips as if savoring his favorite meal. “And far too long since I felt you come. But now I want you to come around my cock. Do you think you can do that?”
I nodded, unable to speak, unable to do anything but tremble with pleasure and anticipation. He rose up above me like a dark god, still fully dressed, and I could only stare as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, reveling in each inch of skin he exposed. I’d seen him shirtless the other day and the sight had soaked my panties and fueled my dark fantasies when I was alone. Lucifer’s chest was hard and muscular, a warrior’s body hidden under a three-piece suit. I wanted to run my tongue along the valleys and ridges of his abs, then tease his dark nipples the way he’d tormented mine.
He removed his belt with a sharp snap, then unzipped his black slacks. I held my breath as he shoved them down, revealing his enormous cock. I’d thought he was bragging before when he joked about his size, but no. It really was that big, hard, and glorious.
He slowly slid up my body and then his mouth came down on mine again, his strong hands gripped my aching thighs, settling himself between them. That hard length brushed against my sensitive skin as he grabbed my wrists and pressed them into the bed, holding me down.
“I’ve waited far too long for this,” he said, as the head of his cock slid inside me, just enough to tease me. “Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”
My core clenched at his words, my body eager for him to fill me completely. I flexed my hips, pulling him deeper inside me. His name fell from my lips on a soft moan. “Lucifer.”
That seemed to push him over the edge. His control slipped and his cock thrust into me, hard and fast. Completely filling me, stretching me around his size. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and at the way it made me feel whole.
“You were made to take my cock.” He punctuated each word with hard, deep strokes. “We always fit together just like this. Perfectly.”
His words were like a drug to my libido, spiking my desire into a desperate, ravenous need. My hands were still pinned down by him, but I hooked my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. He set a relentless pace that gave me exactly what I needed, as he rocked into me with impressive force. Each thrust felt like he was laying claim to me, marking me as his own, erasing any doubt that I belonged to him.
He found a rhythm that made my body quiver. Fire danced in my veins with each delicious stroke of his cock. He yanked my arms up above my head, his hard, masculine body pressing me down into the bed, his fingers tight on my wrists. I surrendered to him completely, crying his name as another orgasm slammed into me. Pleasure broke me like a hammer against glass, and I so desperately wanted to be shattered.
“That’s it,” Lucifer groaned. “Come for me. Take me with you.”
I lost all control of my body as it trembled and tightened around him, my hips rocking against him in a wild rhythm that he matched, stroke for stroke. Then he drove harder into me, throwing his head back, exposing his perfect, masculine throat as he erupted inside me. Together we rode out the waves of pleasure, unable to stop ourselves, until we were both completely spent.
Lucifer released my wrists and pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his strong chest. My body was weak and languid, tingling with the after-effects of pleasure, and all I could do was curl against him.
It made no sense, but here in the devil’s arms, I felt like I’d finally found home.
16
Lucifer
Before I opened my eyes, I felt it. A lightness that hadn’t been there the day before, the warmth in my chest that I only had when she was close to me. As the rest of my body caught up to my mind, the pure pleasure of waking with Hannah in my arms spread through me, and I lay still for a moment, just savoring it. Unlike the other times I’d seen her sleeping, she was relaxed and calm. I stroked her golden hair lightly, trailing my hands along her soft skin, marveling at the way she fit perfectly against me.
She stirred and pressed back toward me, waking my cock, while using my upper arm as her pillow. She had to know what she was doing. Had to feel my own arousal pressing against her from behind. Seeking out what was mine.
I skimmed my fingers along her side, along her naked skin, then dipped down, between her thighs. Finding her already soaking wet for me. She moaned a little, her voice still heavy with sleep, and that was enough for me.
I slid my cock into her tight pussy from behind, while my fingers teased her clit. She gasped at the sudden invasion, her back arching, which only pushed her ass harder against me and sank my cock in even deeper. Fuck, she was perfect, her body made to respond to me. She fit me like no one else ever could.
I slowly began to thrust in and out of her, taking my time, without the urgent need to claim her I’d felt last night. Early morning sex was meant to be leisurely, at least at first. She moaned and rocked back against me in time to my movements, while I teased her clit with my fingers. I bent my head over her neck and pressed hot kisses there, unable to get enough of the way she tasted.
In this position, all she could do was take what I gave her and follow my lead. I drew out the moment together as long as I could, until her hips pressed back harder, and I sensed she was growing close. Although I was tempted to delay her pleasure and torment her a bit, there would be time for that later. With a few hard strokes of my cock with my fingers on her clit, she began to tremble and moan, her pussy clenching around me, which sent me over the edge too. My hot seed filled her core as I crashed down with her into the abyss.
She turned in my arms and looked up at me with eyes heavy from sleep and the after-effects of pleasure. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
“Good morning,” I whispered into her ear before nuzzling the soft spot underneath. “I hope you slept well.”
Hannah stretched, her lithe body pressing along the length of mine. I resisted the urge to repeat what we’d just done. As much as I wanted to spend the day in bed with my reunited mate, I had some answers to find.
After her long stretch, she nuzzled back into me and suppressed a yawn. “You know what? I slept better than I have in as long as I can remember.”
She tucked her arms in between us and idly s
troked my chest. She probably didn’t realize it, but it was a position she’d preferred for countless millennia—with my arms enveloping her and her face in the hollow of my throat.
I sighed and hugged her close for another long moment, stretching out our time together and committing the very feel of her to memory, before rolling back. “I slept better than I have in a very long time as well.” Since the last time I’d slept with her in my arms, at least.
“What’s planned for the day?” she asked as I climbed out of bed. Her gaze followed me, roaming over my naked body in a way that made it exceedingly difficult not to climb right back into the bed with her. I might have preened a little, but I would have denied it if anyone asked.
I grabbed my phone to check it, and had a few messages from Samael. He wanted to meet immediately. “I have some devil business to attend to right now, but you’re welcome to do anything you’d like today. Stay here and relax in the penthouse, or go out somewhere else with Azazel. Use my credit cards and take one of my cars. Everything that’s mine is yours.”
She sat up. “I can leave?”
“You’re not a prisoner here, Hannah. You’re my guest. Enjoy yourself.”
I took a quick shower, leaving the door open in case she wanted to join me, but she didn’t move from beneath the covers. Probably a good thing, because we both knew where that would lead.
After I’d wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom, I pulled a suit out of the closet and began to dress. She put her hands behind her head and continued watching me as I looped a tie around my neck. The comforter dipped to her waist, baring her naked breasts, and I averted my gaze before my cock thickened too much to ignore.
“Have you decided what you’ll do today?” I asked. Knowing Hannah, she wouldn’t spend much, but if she wanted to, she could.
“I don’t know.” She tapped her lips mischievously like she really did know. “Maybe I’ll drag my favorite Fallen bodyguard out to do something touristy and fun. Like ride the roller coaster at New York-New York or something.”
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