Lucifer was adamant on getting me ready. But he was doing everything but dressing me up. His hands were reaching places that made my toes to curl and my breathing to turn harsh. His hot burning touch on my body was turning me down to ashes as my own needs dwelled up within me. My eyes shamelessly raked over his bare torso. He was beautiful. So beautiful that it was starting to hurt me. I gulped when his lips caressed my skin, making the heat to pool in my abdomen. I was panting for air because he was taking away my breath.
They discovered new places on my body, every now and then. My throat felt parched, my chest rising and falling beneath him before I grabbed the back of his neck and connected his lips to mine. They felt soft against mine, but the intensity kept on increasing, making me
