"So impatient," deia panted when he finally pulled back, just enough for her to catch her breath. "You haven’t even tasted the pie yet."
"I can eat it after I eat you first."
Lucian kissed her again, this ti deeper, fiercer, as if he had been holding back his desire for far too long.
It wasn’t like him to be this passionate.
"The system told you like my demon form." deia placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly as she tried to catch her breath. "Tell , what exactly do you like about it?"
Lucian rested his hands on the table, leaning down toward her. deia was half-lying on the table, her legs still on the floor as he hovered over her. He fell silent for a mont, as if searching for the right words to answer her unexpected question.
"There’s nothing much to say." He averted his gaze. "You look as beautiful as always."
"Oh, don’t be like that." deia traced her fingers along his chin, her gaze locking onto his erald eyes that clouded with undeniable lust. "If your answer satisfies , maybe ... next ti, I’ll let you fuck while I’m in demon form for thirthy minutes."
Lucian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "It’s just ... you look hot and s—" He suddenly closed his mouth, realizing sothing. "I’m sorry. That sounded inappropriate."
deia let out a soft laugh. "Honey, that sounded more like a complint to ."
Then, wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in and whispered against his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Besides ... even if you insult as much as you want, all you’ll do is make wetter down there."
Lucian’s brows furrowed slightly. "Why?"
"Because ..." deia dragged her nails lightly down his back before biting his ear. "So demons have a serious degrading kink." She smiled. "And I just happen to be one of them."
No, she didn’t enjoy being degraded by just anyone, but Lucian? He was the exception. He could ruin her, wreck her, drag her to the edge and pull her apart, and she would take it all, begging for more.
Without another word, Lucian pinned her down on the table, trailing heated kisses along her neck as his hands slipped under her shirt.
Since they didn’t have much ti to play around, Lucian didn’t bother with much foreplay. Not that he needed to because deia was already dripping just from his kisses and the slightest tease on her nipples.
Hell, how was she this weak for him?
Lucian pulled their pants down, then turned her around, pressing her forward until she was bent over the table, her hands bracing against the surface. Her shirt was in complete disarray, two buttons missing from where he had ripped it open in his haste.
He tugged her shirt down just enough to expose her bare shoulder, then sank his teeth into her skin, leaving a mark that was entirely his.
"Lucian ... ngh." deia moaned softly as he slowly pushed his manhood inside her, stretching her inch by inch with deliberate care.
His hands gripped her waist firmly, holding her in place, his fingers pressing deep enough to leave faint imprints on her delicate skin.
Lucian let out a low growl, brushing his hair back before thrusting into her vigorously. His breath ca out in ragged pants, while deia felt like her legs were no longer touching the ground as he picked up his pace, pounding into her relentlessly.
She clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as her moans grew louder with each thrust. Usually, they took their ti with one another, savoring every mont, but now the sex was intense and fast, as if neither of them had a shred of patience left.
"Lucian—ah—" Her moans filled the room, mixing with the creaking sound of the table beneath them.
His breath was hot against her neck as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before murmuring, "You feel so fucking good." His voice was thick with lust, his movents growing more erratic, more desperate.
deia barely had the strength to stay upright. Every inch of her was hypersensitive to the warmth of his breath, the possessive way he held her, the pleasure that made her toes dig into the floor. She wasn’t just feeling it, she was drowning in it.
Lucian groaned against her neck, his pace quickening, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing over her sensitive nipples. "deia," he gritted his teeth. "I’m coming."
deia stuttered, "M- ... too."
As Lucian pulled deia closer, his breath ca in ragged gasps against her skin. His movents grew erratic, desperate. deia clung to the edge of the table, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation.
With one final thrust, Lucian buried himself deep, groaning her na in a tone both tender and filled with desire. deia bit down on her lower lip, her legs shaking beneath her. If not for Lucian holding her body, she was sure her knees would have given out.
For a few monts, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Then, Lucian let out a low chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. "That was fast," he murmured.
He cupped her chin, tilting her flushed face toward him. His erald eyes watched over her. "Are you okay?"
deia let out a breathless laugh and dropped her head onto the table, her mouth slightly open as she tried to catch her breath. "Give ... a second," she panted.
Lucian’s smile softened as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her damp forehead. "Take all the ti you need," he murmured, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her shoulder and down her back with a tenderness that sent shivers through her.
He pulled out, then lifted her onto the table, settling her in his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder while Lucian continued to press soft kisses along her neck, his hands gently caressing her back.
If he kept treating her this sweetly, deia might actually die from diabetes.
"How about your tummy?" he asked. "Does it still hurt?"
deia finally lifted her head, laughing. "Aren’t you asking a little too late, Mr. Zero-patience?"
"I have patience." Lucian smiled. "Just not when it cos to you."
"My tummy’s fine, not great, but not bad either." She turned her head toward the now-cold oven. "Do you want to take a bite of your childhood dessert?"
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