by Nadia Aidan
“You still believe you’re stronger than me?”
She heard the challenge in his voice and knew her earlier statement still rankled him. But she’d only told him the truth. As much as he believed he had the power to force her back there, he was wrong. She’d only come back because his high-handed ways and the theft of that soul had made her believe that he actually wanted her back.
She tested the bonds. The enchantment was strong, and she was impressed. Growing up, her powers had always been just a bit more developed than his, but apparently in her absence, he’d been practicing his dark magic. The spell was so intricate, she knew it would take her a good hour to unravel it, but she would never admit that to him. He was arrogant enough.
“Well, I am the Queen of Demons and the Queen of the Damned. You just control Hell, while my realm stretches far beyond. So, I think it’s fair to say that I am stronger.”
He didn’t say a word, his only answer coming in the form of the rings that curled around her ankles, wrenching her legs apart. Damnation. That was now two hours. Two hours it would take her to unravel his spell.
“Just admit it. I’m stronger than you.”
Never. “I will not stroke your ego with a lie.”
His eyebrow arched. “A lie?”
Her heart skipped a beat when a braided whip materialised in his hands and sticky wetness flooded her pussy at the thought of what he planned to do to her.
“I can see you plan to be stubborn.” He ran his hand along the length of her legs, coming within a hairsbreadth of her sex, but not touching it. “Well we’ll see how strong you are in a few moments when I have you begging for your release.” She barely heard a single word, her gaze transfixed by the sight of him wrapping some of the length of the whip around his hand.
She’d missed these dark games they played—the pleasure-pain of the sting of his whip against her body. Only he had the power to master her, to make her yield, and she craved this now—had secretly hoped he would force her submission the moment she’d found herself in his bed.
When the first lash of his whip flicked across her puckered nipple, she cried out, heat flooding her cunt. She twisted against the fiery bonds, her breath whooshing out of her in sharp pants.
He snapped his wrist again, the leather tail of the whip striking her other nipple. She arched her back, her body vibrating with wanton desire. When he cracked his whip and it struck her clit, she erupted, her entire body trembling as she came all over his bed.
“Luke,” she whispered, her chest heaving, rivulets of sweat dotting her skin. She needed more, she needed him inside her, moving within the confines of her sex. Her eyes pleaded with him.
He didn’t say a word, his face revealing nothing. Her eyes widened when the rings of fire around her ankles disappeared.
“Wha—” She gave a startled yelp when in one fluid motion, he flipped her over, her body stretched out across his bed. He didn’t bind her ankles again. Instead he pushed her legs apart, stroking his callused palm across the smooth skin of her ass, testing the weight of her rounded backside with gentle squeezes.
She groaned when he dipped his hand between the mounds, probing inside the drenched heat of her pussy.
He fucked her with his two fingers, driving her wild, her body aflame with need. She raised her hips, plunging her sex onto his fingers, meeting his thrusting digits. More of her juices poured from her slit, pooling beneath her, staining the sheets. When he brought the palm of his hand down, slapping her ass, she cried out. He whacked her backside with his hand, while the other drove inside her. He quickened the pace of his thrusting fingers, the stinging slaps across her ass growing harder.
She buried her face in the pillow, the sound of his name muffled as she splintered apart again, the force of her orgasm shaking her to the core. Shudders still rocked her body when he moved behind her, settling between her spread legs. She gasped, the breath fleeing her chest when he pushed his shaft into her still trembling body, the tight sheath of her dripping sex easing his entry.
He groaned against her, his face buried within the crook of her neck. She was still bound so he lifted her, his palm splayed across her belly, while the other cupped her breast.
“You love it when I fuck you like this.” He whispered against her ear. “When I take you while you’re helpless and bound.”
She moaned in response, her eyes shutting tight as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Say it. Say you love when I fuck your tight pussy like this. When I give it to you hard and rough.”
“Luke—”
“Say it.” His breathing was harsh, his words coarse as he pummelled her cunt like a man driven to the edge of madness.
“I love it,” she screamed out on a tortured cry, warmth building deep within her as he brushed against that sensitive place inside her pussy with each brutal thrust.
The hand against her belly dipped lower, parting the folds of her cunt to strum her clit. The dual sensations sent her spiralling and she erupted beneath him, her limp and weary body convulsing violently with the force of her climax.
“Luke! Oh, Luke!” His name came out as a loud shriek that was shrill to even her own ears, the warm rush of desire fanning out across her entire body.
He slammed into her harder, the spasming walls of her cunt, clenching around him. She knew he was at the edge, his cock swelling deep inside her, hard as steel. He came with a guttural groan, and she milked his cock with the muscles of her pussy, his hot seed shooting to the back of her cunt.
“Ahhh, Lilith. Shit.” He groaned, his hands balling, his blunt nails digging into her tender skin.
She slumped forward and the bonds encircling her wrists disappeared, sending them collapsing against the bed. He covered her body with his, pinning her beneath him. His weight was heavy, but she savoured the feel of his sweaty skin, pressed to hers.
“No other man will ever give you this. Ever.” He whispered against her neck, placing a gentle kiss there before he rolled off of her.
She turned her head, her hand reaching out to slide through the fine hairs of his chest, a teasing smile on her face.
“And no other woman will ever be able to take what only you can give. Ever.”
He lifted his head, a single brow quirking above penetrating eyes at her boldness. She watched in rapt fascination as a smile spread across his face. Oh, that charming smile was lethal, she decided.
He tugged her into his arms, as he shook his head. “You are a handful, Lilith. I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you.”
She rested her cheek against his chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles above his heart. He thought she was trouble? Well he hadn’t seen anything yet. She waited for him to drift off to sleep.
When he awoke again, he was bound beneath her, her thighs straddling his hips.
“Lilith,” he growled out in warning, to which she answered with an impish smile as she slowly lowered herself onto the jutting length of his cock.
Yes, she was definitely nothing but trouble, and she was all his.
Epilogue
Lilith smiled when she saw him standing at the window, his broad back to her as he stared down at the garden below. She’d had a pretty little garden planted on the other side of their chambers where a window already sat so he would have something else to look at besides the lake of fire.
“Are they getting along?” She asked, sliding out of her robe to slink across the room on bare feet. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his back.
Lucifer glanced at her from over his shoulder with a sigh. “Not really. Right now they’re arguing about who the twins look more like—me or you?”
With a wry grin, she peered around him. Her parents, Phenex and Lyssa, held her son in their arms, while Medusa and Hades held their daughter. Their children were the perfect blend of their parents, with butterscotch complexions and silver eyes, both of which had a tendency to turn a crimson shade when they got excited. And at that moment, the
ir one year old twins were both starting to take on a scarlet tinge, seemingly fascinated by Medusa’s serpentine hair and apparently oblivious to the heated argument going on around them.
“Well Incubus and Succubus seem to be enjoying themselves, so let’s leave the grandparents to their quarrel.” When he turned in her arms, she seductively pressed her naked body to his, a wicked smile on her face. “After all, the longer they fight, the more alone time that gives us.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” he groaned, a smile on his face as he backed her towards the bed. Ahhh, that dimpled smile—he did that more nowadays, especially since the birth of their twins.
Incubus and Succubus had brought light to their father’s eyes where there had once only been darkness. Actually, it wasn’t just Lucifer. Every time she held her children in her arms, a light also shined in her eyes. The twins’ playful mischief certainly made every day in the Kingdom of Hell an eventful one.
“I imagine our parents will be occupied for at least another half hour.” He swept her into his arms, laying her gently across the bed. His eyes twinkled as he covered her body with his. “Did you have any ideas on how we should spend these next thirty minutes?”
She twisted her arms behind his neck, pulling him towards her. “Oh, I may have a few.” She joined her lips with his, melting into him, and for the next half hour they forgot about everyone and everything around them as they gave themselves over to the bliss of their passion, grounded in their eternal love.
About the Author
Nadia Aidan lives, works and writes on the West Coast in the United States. Under her real name, Nadia holds a PhD in Political Science and Public Policy and by day she works as an Assistant Professor.
She writes across all genres, from historical, to fantasy/sci-fi to contemporary. In addition to writing erotic romances Nadia enjoys reading other authors, playing flag football, studying muay thai, working out, listening to music, scuba diving, and target shooting.
Her other interests include collecting Top Cow comics, especially Witchblade and Tomb Raider. She loves professional football and soccer. Her favourite teams are the Washington Redskins and Manchester United, respectively.
Nadia loves watching, reading about, and writing about strong, assertive heroines which is why she is an enduring fan of Fight Girls, Xena, Buffy, American Gladiators—New and Old, and La Femme Nikita!
Email: [email protected]
Nadia Aidan loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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