Lucifer’s POV
The second, she wrapped those thin, lanky legs around my hips, tightening her hands around my neck, digging her fingernails into my shoulder in the process. I was a goner.
Her lithe body was pressed against mine at all the right places and right angles. I could never have imagined that those delicate breasts would give shape to such razor-sharp, hard n*****s, firming the shape of my hardness. As her core touched my d**k, my beast howled in pleasure, and my thick jeans also did nothing to hide my erection from her or the effect that she had on me. My beast didn’t care about hiding s**t. He f*****g wanted her and wanted her now. He didn’t care that she was off the limit, especially in this condition.
"Aah, huh, aah," she moaned, enjoying feeling my hardened c**k against her
