Taking What He Wants

Leaning down, his mouth covers hers. Moans instantly escape her lips as her hands pull him closer, quickly pulling at his clothes. His hands trail along her body, gently feeling the warmth of her flesh.

“Don’t be gentle, Lucifer. I don’t want you to be gentle, sure don’t go as far as nearly killing me again, but don’t go soft.” Her hands pull his shirt open.

“I can’t Anais, I meant it when I said I can’t hurt someone, I see you, and I feel nothing but shame and guilt.”

“Lucifer, if you’re going to come back to me but changed, then you may as well leave now. I don’t expect you to whip me and hurt me to the point I am passing out and dying. I do expect you to be like before that though, if you can’t, then what is the point?”

That is the part of him she craves.

Lucifer looks at her, nodding slightly before pulling her closer, his hands removing the towel. Standin