Her tongue teased his lips, tempting Lucifer to open to her, which he finally did with a shuddering sigh. Oh, he tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia.
Fiery warmth raced through her veins. One of his hands fell from the nape of her neck, down her back to cup her ass, and pushed her closer into him. Her hips were perfectly cradled between his own. Something solid and erect pressed into the soft skin of her lower abdomen. She wanted closer, wanted more. They groaned in unison when she ground her hips against him. The hand at her ass squeezed harder while the other hand fisted a wad of her hair and rolled her over until she was trapped underneath him.
Lucifer was the first to break their lip-lock, rearing his head back to gaze at her with flames dancing in his amber eyes. “Diana,” he panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “you will be my undoing.”
She grinned up at him, unable to stop the upturn of her lips. “You started it, sir.”
Her tongue licked along her bottom lip. His eyes riveted at the motion. She reached up and grasped the back of his neck with both hands, demanding his mouth return to hers.
Their hands explored each other, at first slow and exploratory. Pinned underneath Lucifer’s muscled physique, Diana felt every inch of his response to her ministrations. Unable to wriggle against him, she let her fingers trail from his face, down his neck, to spread her palms against the hard chest still encased in armor. A groan of protest erupted. Damn all that armor! She wanted... she needed to feel the true man underneath it.
She twisted her face away, breaking the kiss that had curled her toes. “Do you think you could lose the armor?”
Diana batted her eyelashes the way Aphrodite had showed her just before her sixteenth birthday. She’d practiced in front of the reflection glass for days hoping to perfect it. For whom, she had never known. A future someone. At the time, it had just been a distant dream of someone.
The heavy armor vanished in an instant. Hovering above her was Lucifer, in a thin, lightly padded aketon clinging to his muscled torso, outlining the ridges of his abdominal muscles in delicious ways.
He couldn’t have discarded that, too?
Her fingertips traced the ripples underneath the material, trailing from side to side, then lower. He gasped when her index finger dipped into the small button of his navel, one hand gripping her wrist to move it. Diana twisted her hand away to continue its journey while the other hand pulled his face down to hers in a long, sensual kiss that sent delightful shivers up her spine.
Her hand snaked further down, grazing the hem of his shirt to flick it aside so she could explore his flesh with her open palm, skin to skin. He gasped and jerked but didn’t move away. Instead, he pressed into her harder with a low grunt. Smooth skin slid beneath her hands. Diana couldn’t resist. The urge to explore every inch of him pulsed in the depths of her being.
Her fingers tickled lower, edging under the waistline of his damp linen pants, Lucifer’s head snapped up and he pulled away. “No,” he rasped. “We... we... I... can’t do this.” He keeled back onto his heels, pressing his face into his open palms. “I won’t...”
Fire erupted in Diana’s belly. He’d denied her once. They’d been stopped another time. She wasn’t going to tolerate it anymore. She wanted him with every cell of her physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual being. And he wanted her just as much. She was certain of it.
She jumped up, walked over to him, and shoved Lucifer to the ground with her foot. Arguing with him was pointless. He could debate the Creator himself and win. Of that, she was also certain. But this was not a moment for words. It was meant for action. And that... she could handle without speaking a syllable.
Not giving him time to sit up, she fell down, her legs straddling his hips. Her torn dress slid up, revealing bare skin all the way to the crest of her hipbones. The entrance to her core nuzzled against the gigantic bulge in his pants.
His hands flew up and gripped her hips, fingers splayed out on her ass. At first, she thought he meant to stop her movements. But his hips began to rock underneath her—up until she could feel every inch of what lay ensconced behind that flimsy material, then back until Diana gasped with the cold loss of his touch. Slowly, teasingly, tormentingly. Her head fell back. Her own hair tickled her ass while she rode the wave of wanton sensations crashing over her.
But it wasn’t enough. Diana needed more—all of him.
She toppled over until they were nose-to-nose. Smiling, she licked along the edge of his mouth before plunging into its warmth. Their tongues slid together, dancing with urgency. Grinding against him elicited a desperate sound from his throat.
Diana raised her hips off Lucifer, reaching underneath her to push down the material that kept his rock-hard, glorious cock imprisoned. She shoved his pants until he burst through, free at last. Unable to stop kissing him, Diana’s hand found what she desired and wrapped around it. Lucifer’s entire body trembled, his hips instantly pushing up into her hold.
She had no experience. She should’ve shied away from such actions. But she was the daughter of a horny god who made love to any woman within his sight to whom he wasn’t related. Her siblings were all insatiable when it came to the desires of the flesh. Even the intellectual Athena had no qualms about exerting her dominance in that arena. Growing up, Diana had borne witness to every lewd and sensual act that had been invented, up until now. With the passion blinding her to all else, she vowed to create some new moves of her own with Lucifer.
Her hand stroked up his shaft, slowly, rejoicing in the silky feel of hardened metal. It grew, longer, fuller with each caress. Diana was startled to find that the sheer power she felt was greater than any aphrodisiac that had been slipped into her punch. Molten lava pooled within her core, slicking the now pulsing folds between her legs.
She needed so much more. And from the hungry pants emitted from Lucifer’s swollen lips, so did he.
Diana shimmied further down the length of his legs, pulling the pants material with her. He tried once to yank her back for another kiss, but she dodged his reach. Leaning over his erect manhood, she felt a wicked smile crawl up her face as she edged closer, nudging his cock with her nose. She raised her eyes so she could witness Lucifer’s expression the moment her tongue slipped between her lips to lick around the crown of his erection. His head fell back, and an ecstatic groan grew into a full bellow that reverberated off the cavern’s solid rock walls.
Continuing to swirl her tongue around his shaft, Diana trailed the length of him to the base and back up again, all the while keeping one hand gently cupping his balls. She licked up and down like he was one of those hardened candies on sticks she’d been given as a child. Once she reached his tip again, her mouth lingered over it, flicking it with her tongue to taste the white bead that hung out there, sucking the tip in, and continuing to twirl her tongue around it. Lucifer’s hips rocked up, driving more of him into her warm and welcoming mouth. The sweet taste of honey glided along her tongue.
His cock grew more. His hips thrust it in deeper until it reached the back of her throat. Diana fought off the gag reflex. She didn’t want this to stop. The power she held over him ignited a hunger for more.
“Diana!” Lucifer’s voice begged. “Please.”
Please, what? Please, continue? Please, stop? Please, fuck me until we die?
Well, she was not going to stop.
He sat up, shoving her back onto her ass. With the speed of a shooting star, he was on top of her, panting. His eyes were dilated, taking her in with a hunger she’d never seen from anyone else. “I want to devour you until you lose your voice screaming my name.”
