Lucifer’s POV
If I were being honest, I could have stopped her, and put her back, if I wanted to. I had already used every bit of my self-restraint to keep my wits around her, and I f*****g had my hands full fighting my urges, rather than being responsible for keeping her restrained as well.
"You smell so good, " she said as she rubbed her cheeks against my stubble, moaning in response, "Ummm, spicy, you smell of those strong, grounded, colorful spices."
I wanted to ponder more on how exactly was she able to pin point the elements of my scent, but as my beast relished the feel of the lace pattern of that white negligee of a dress under his fingertips, all sane thoughts from my head vanished.
I was barely able to keep my other hand on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road.
She pus
