*MATURE CONTENT*

"Please!" I whimpered, unable to take his relentless teasing.

God, I was such a fucking wimp.

To my surprise, instead of laughing at my pathetic behavior, he growled at my desperate plea, causing my inner muscles to clench in desire. I squirmed against him uncontrollably, unsure what I wanted, but very irritated that I wasn't getting it.

Luckily, Lucifer seemed to understand exactly what I wanted. No, what I needed.

He pressed me harder into the dojo wall, grinding his hips deliciously into mine. I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the sensation. The friction was perfection, in precisely the right spot, and I wanted to be impossibly closer to him. I clutched and clawed at his bare shoulders to anchor my quivering body, once again begging for something I didn't understand.

Suddenly, Lucifer grabbed my chin in an iron grip, forcing me to look him in the eye. I gasped and squirmed feverishly at the look in his eye. After a moment of scanning my face, Lucifer grinned wolfishly. It was a triumphant, almost vindictive smirk.

"Oh, poor Kitten," he purred, pulling his hips from mine slightly. I mewled in protest, trying to bring him back with my legs, which were wrapped around his waist. He just chuckled and easily held me back, his hand still gripping my chin. His thumb travelled up to sweep across my lower lip, and I sucked it into my mouth, causing his eyes to darken. Yet, he refused to give in. If anything, his smirk just got wider in response to my obvious need.

"Is my baby all hot and bothered?" he crooned, resting his forehead against mine, keeping a maddening amount of pressure with his hips. Not enough to satisfy me, but only just. God, the man could play my body like a fucking violin.

I clutched at him desperately, way past rational thought.

"I think you have a lot to answer for, don't you, Kitten?" he purred, the letting go of my chin to clasp both of my wrists and pin them above my head. I struggled to free them, growling in anger and frustration, but his grip was iron. He didn't hurt me in any way, but that didn't make it any less inescapable.

"I think," he told me thoughtfully, mockingly, arrogantly, rolling his hips just slightly, "that you should use your words."

He drew back, locking his eyes with me, and I swear I forgot to breathe. My heart stopped beating. Every major part of my body went on immediate strike. He could probably kill me when he looked at me like that. So possessive and dominant.

"Tell me," he whispered huskily, yet authoritatively, "that you're mine. Tell me that you belong to me, Kitten."

I snapped out of whatever trance I was in at his command, my angry feminist rearing her justice-seeking head.

"Like hell, you misogynistic ass! I don't belong to anyone but myself!" I snarled, trying to push him away.

Way to fucking ruin the mood. Now I'll just have to take care of this myself.

My inner feminist, it must be noted, usually had to resort to vibrators.

"Wrong answer, Love," he told me pleasantly, not budging. He looked amused, and I wanted to smack that smug expression off his adorable fucking face. Though, I would probably only end up slicing my hand open on his jawline and getting friction burn from his stubble.

"I swear to fuck, Luce, if you don't-"

He snapped his hips forward, grinding against me roughly and abruptly causing me to lose all powers of speech.

"Hmm. You make a valid point, Rika. You aren't an object. However," his voice got all growly and guttural, "if you think I would ever allow any other man to touch you, to love you, mind, body, or soul...I would never hesitate to slaughter anyone or anything that would try to possess what's mine."

My eyes got very wide. I mean, I probably looked like a goldfish with a disease. He looked the same as he had when he'd killed that Hellhound. With the fire ignited in his icy eyes, his perfect jaw clenched in anger...he truly looked like the rightful King of Hell.

Fuck. Feminist or not, that was hot.

I looked away, the combination of his sweaty skin against mine and his burning gaze almost making me give. Almost.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see his damned smirk. After a moment, realizing I wasn't going to respond, he decided to up his game. He took his hand from where it was clutching my ass and gradually slid it up my bare stomach. My breathing picked up as he traced my ribcage teasingly. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire like the one that was building in my belly. I swear, he was conducting electricity from his fingertips.

Don't give in, don't give him the satisfaction.

His thumb brushed the underside of my breast. I gasped, trying to jerk away. Only, there was nowhere to jerk away to. He chuckled sexily, and I expected him to make some sort of self-congratulating comment, but it appeared he was done using his words.

His thumb caressed me over the sports bra, which suddenly felt very thin. Then, the bastard slid his thumb under the fabric to slide against my heated skin. If I had control of my hands, I would've slapped him. If I had been able to move, I would've bolted. I could do neither, so I did the only thing I could. I kept silent. I refused to let him win this one, so I'd just wait him out.

That, of course, was utterly and completely stupid. I don't know why I thought that Lucifer, my mate, the man that had been extremely vocal in his attraction towards me, would get bored of feeling me up. Sure enough, he was perfectly content to keep me there. He just kept at it, keeping me on edge and flustered.

I hadn't ever hated him so much before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of suffering, (the likes of which I'm sure no soul in hell had ever experienced), he flicked his thumb up like lightening, barely grazing my nipple with his thumbnail. Sensation exploded through my body, and it was the last straw.

With heat consuming me, I thrashed and screamed, "I'm yours! Fuck, please, Luce!"

I expected him to drag out my submission, but apparently I wasn't the only one affected by his teasing. Instantly, he covered my mouth with his, releasing my hands to grip my hips, changing the angle slightly and grinding hard against me so that I swear I saw stars. I thought that was a myth, but, I'm telling you, I saw Orion. His other hand began to pull back from my chest, and I instantly caught it. He broke the kiss, his face shocked and confused.

"Rika?"

Oh, no. Oh hell no. He'd started this, he was going to fucking finish it.

Pushing his chest slightly, I forced him to give me more room. He did so willingly, though his eyes reflected the hurt he felt. I internally smirked at his idiocy.

Then, I pulled the bra off.

Taking a bra off is never a very dignified looking thing to do, but I quickly forgot about that as I took in his reaction. His beautiful blue eyes glazed over, and I actually saw the moment his brain turned off and he started thinking with another part of his anatomy. I felt my face heat up despite myself. I was sure Lucifer would rather I was some sort of ultra-experienced sex goddess, but I was still very unsure of myself. Yet, his expression was very flattering and helped me push past my fleeting moment of uncertainty. I mean, I would have to be blind to not see how much he wanted me.

And then my vision went black.

Fuck, that's just a saying!

My eyes cleared, and we were in the bedroom.

Oh. I'm dumb.

My angel wasted no time, practically teleporting to the bed. Pressing me down onto the soft surface, he pulled back and drank me in with an intensity that had my earlier confidence evaporating. I tentatively went to cover myself, and, faster than thought, my wrists were pinned to the mattress.

"Don't you dare deprive me of this, Amirykal," he commanded coolly, his gaze still fixated on my breasts even as he spoke to me.

As the moment stretched on, I began conjuring up all my insecurities, my anxiety riding me hard. He wasn't saying anything? Was I too big? Not big enough? Were they shaped weird? Oh, god. What if they were malformed? I didn't really have anything to compare them to.

I knew I should've paid closer attention in health class. Or just watched some porn.

"Fucking perfect," Lucifer grated, his hand travelling down my arm to cautiously brush against me.

My anxieties evaporated.

With my freed hand, I reached up to cup his face. He tore his gaze from me, and I saw so much adoration and lust in his eyes it blew me away.

"Lucifer, please. I need you," I begged, running my finger across his lip as I spoke. He closed his eyes, his whole body strained.

"Not yet, Rika. I can't make love to you yet," he growled, his face tortured. My mouth fell open. Was he really planning on not following through? I was so, so ready for him, and he was leaving me hanging?

"You-" I began angrily, pushing at his bare chest. He cut me off with his lips, and I abruptly forgot why I was mad in the first place. My hands went and tangled in his silky black hair. I tugged tentatively, and he moaned against my lips, his teeth clamping on my lower lip in response.

I was so consumed by his mouth I didn't notice his hand travelling down my body until he cupped my core with his large, warm hand. My eyes flew open, and I broke from the kiss with a cry. His other hand massaged my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers absentmindedly.

I looked at him in confusion. He grinned viciously at my response.

"I said I wouldn't take you; you aren't ready. But I had no intention of leaving you wanting, Kitten," he leaned in, pressing a feathery kiss to my throat, "after all, it's my job to take care of your every need."

I writhed below him as his hand slipped into my underwear to caress my bare lips with his fingers. The sensation was incredible, and I was soon bucking my hips against his hands feverishly.

"Fuck, you're so wet. And so responsive. So fucking perfect," he whispered in wonder, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt my heat. Then he dipped his head down and took my neglected nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

"Luce!" I sobbed. I was so, so close. And he knew it too. I was terrified that he would keep me on edge again, keep me from what I wanted with every fiber of my being.

"Shh, shh. I've got you, Kitten. Come for me." He rasped, flicking my clit with the rough pad of his thumb right as he nipped at my breast.

It was a command I had no choice but to obey.

I convulsed under him as waves of burning ecstasy crashed over my body. Lucifer held me against his chest, slowly stroking my core to prolong my orgasm for as long as possible. After what felt like eternity, I came down from my high, going limp in my angel's arms. He chuckled at my lethargy, rolling over and pulling me against his chest.

Then, looking me directly in the eye, he took his fingers, coated in my wetness, and slipped them into his mouth. My jaw fell open as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He groaned in pleasure, and I clenched my thighs together. Was the man trying to kill me? I had just come, and already he was riling me up.

"You taste delicious, Rika," He purred, "next time, I'll be sure to take some directly from the source."

Yes, 911? I need an ambulance. My ovaries just exploded.

Abruptly, I blushed. It seemed that the angel was in a bit of a predicament. His hard length pressed against my stomach as he held me to his chest, but he made no mention of it. All of a sudden, I remembered the last time, when he'd brushed me off. He'd refused to let me do for him what he did for me so readily.

Not this time.