“What do you mean, ‘made to be yours’?” It was a barely there whisper. Like my mind wasn’t sure it was ready to hear his response.
He watched me through hooded eyes, he was trying to read me, I could tell. Unfortunately for him, my mind was completely blank, except for a sense of panic.
Standing at the foot of the bed Lucifer took off his suit coat and let it fall on the floor. While kicking off his shoes, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled both sleeves up his forearms. I swallowed the lump in my throat and had to remind myself to breathe. He began to crawl towards me leaning against the headboard. His large frame, moving smoothly and tauntingly slow. My stomach tightened, and my core instantly became wet. Why did every inch of him have to be SO f*****g delicious?!
His eyes bore
