LUCIFER'S POV

*Shorter...but I'll make it up to you next chapter*

"You alright there, Luce? I thought this was our first lesson," she teased, her chin held high.

I was beyond pleased that she was pushing out of her comfort zone, but, unfortunately, I was hanging onto the ledge of sanity by my fingernails.

Even so...I never refused a challenge as obvious as that.

I gritted my teeth and readied for the torture that was sure to come.

"Right, of course. Shall we continue?" I was in agony, and I was grateful that the front of my pants was loose in the front.

"Of course, we'll continue. I really want to do well," she told me sweetly, batting her lashes.

"You play a dangerous game here, Kitten," I warned, "one in which you are way out of your depth."

She has no idea what she's getting into.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Satan." I growled deep in my chest. I'd warned her, and now she'd deal with the consequences.

"If you insist, Gift. Now, let's get started."

The next hour was positively torture.

We started with some light exercises, which I thought was a safe bet. Unfortunately for me, her chest was hardly small enough to avoid swaying with every. Damned. Movement. I was constantly aware of her, her abdomen clenching and breasts bouncing lightly. Even though her legs were covered, the joggers she wore were just tight enough to allow my wandering eyes to see the suggestion of the curves hidden beneath. Every time I had to correct her form, her perfect ass would taunt me.

Sensing my resolve breaking apart beneath me, I hurriedly switched to stretches. As she rose from her plank position, a droplet sweat trailed from her jaw, down her neck, and into her luscious cleavage.

"Fuck this."

I snapped, gathering her up and forcing her face to mine in a viciously passionate kiss. This kiss, unlike others, was punishing and hard. I let all of my pent-up frustration and need flow between us in the kiss, taking her mouth roughly. She responded in kind, uncowed by my intensity. Even in her inexperience, she attempted to keep up, fighting for control. In response, I heated up, wicked triumph flowing through my veins as she submitted, allowing me to dominate.

My hands roamed her body freely, one cupping her ass and crushing her to me, the other tangling in her hair and tugging her head back to deepen our embrace. When she started to become overwhelmed, I pressed her against the wall and broke the kiss, moving my lips down her neck passionately. She tasted like sweat and honey and her. So sweet and perfect that it gave me a high like nothing I'd ever experienced.

Groaning, I pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her lips swollen deliciously. She was, quite frankly, sex personified.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, breathless and, Heaven forbid, maybe even a bit disappointed.

I couldn't help but smirk cockily, "would you rather I didn't?"

She, looked away, blushing furiously.

She. Fucking. Blushed.

"Of course not, dum-dum. Don't flatter yourself," she murmured, refusing to make eye contact. I chuckled, hooking my finger under her chin and tilting her face up to mine. Her eyes were wide and unsure, radiating innocence. Her sweetness was addictive, and I wanted nothing more than to drag her to bed, spank her for lying to me, and bury myself inside of her.

But I couldn't do that to her. She would hate me.

Even if her body wanted me, I needed her heart and mind to want me too. If I took advantage of her current, flustered state, she would regret it later. I don't know if I could handle that.

"Please, Lucifer," she whimpered, snapping my attention back to her and making my control slip a bit further.

"What did you say to me, Kitten?" I asked, nearly a growl, trembling as I held her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her. My cock snapped against her in response, hitting her directly between her legs and causing her back to bow.

"Please!"