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“What do you think you’re doing...?!”
You stood wide-eyed; the words spoken through your fingers. Shock didn’t even cover the range of emotions you felt right now. A repressed laugh juddered through your body as embarrassment and excitement overcame your senses in equal measure.
Lucifer’s eye twitched. This was not the reaction he’d planned for. He lounged on his bed; his silk robe surreptitiously draped over his scarcely covered body. The sight was supposed to entice you, not tickle you. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all.
He began to formulate a get-out plan, until he noticed the focused expression on your face. No matter how you tried to conceal it, you were hungrily drinking in the sight before you. He smiled.
He offered a hand to you. There was an artistry to seduction and Lucifer was one of the great masters. Temptation danced in the palm of his hand. You were powerless to resist. Drawn by some invisible force, or the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you padded towards him. Your hands clasped in sublime unity.
As you were sat beside him, you found it impossible to maintain eye-contact. Blushed skin peeked out from under the black fabric, its delicate hue contrasted with the dark attire Lucifer always opted for. His hand guided yours to his shoulder: an invitation for you to explore further. Your fingertips trailed down his arm, the fabric felt cool to the touch. Frictionless motions and the delicacy of the silk complemented the toned physique underneath. Each indiscernible tremble emphasised with every caress. The initial hesitation you felt smouldered away as your hand swept further down his side.
Lucifer must have been in the bath when he texted you. His hair was damp and his body was hot to the touch. Steam practically rose from him. Your now audible breaths filled your lungs with the intoxicating scent of clove and sandalwood. A fragrance familiar to you after your many intimate encounters with Lucifer. Your touch lingered on the dip of his waist. You scrutinised the creases of the robe, trying to identify the tell-tale sign of a covering underneath. It was impossible. Lucifer had deliberately arranged the fabric to fall in such a way that you would need to investigate further to find your answer.
You opened your mouth to ask him directly, but you melted under the intensity of his gaze. His tongue slid teasingly along his lower lip as he narrowed the gap between you. His forehead rested against yours, the tip of his nose brushed against you playfully and his lips hovered millimetres from your own quivering lips. Every delicate motion an invitation for you to feel more and fall deeper. He longed for you to yield to him, to give in to temptation, to allow him to give you everything you desired. He offered you a glimpse of paradise; it was up to you to dive in. The question died in your throat and you gulped it down. Your mouth suddenly dry. Your whole body burning up.
No words were needed as the smooth belt of the bathrobe was placed between your fingers. To fasten, or let loose: the choice was yours.
Tonight, he will follow your lead.