Placing his cutlery down, Lucifer wiped his mouth and dropping the serviette onto his empty plate he pushed his chair back, tilted his head and glanced up.
Pinning her in his eyes, she was helpless to look away as she saw them darken, the espresso of his iris’s molten with his lust. In his softening face Annabelle saw the furnace which had roared out of control and which he was clearly struggling to keep in check. Staring at his trembling body from a place outside of herself, it was if another Annabelle stood to the side and relayed the sensual, crackling scene at the dinner table back to her.
His hands gripped the chair’s arms so tightly his knuckles were white, the dusting of fine black hairs on the sides of his hands all the more darker against this pale background. Tearing her gaze from his hands and up his arms to the open V of his shirt she moaned low in her throat as she saw his chest moving rapidly in time to his laboured breaths.
Parting her lips she unconsciously licked them and squirming in her seat she squeezed her thighs together as the quick, sharp pains of her arousal exploded deep inside her. She was a mass of raging quivering sensations as she fell under his spell.
Dreamlike she rose from the table and walked to him, never taking her eyes from his. The air crackled with sexual tension, and in her chest she felt the pull of their invisible connection.
Her mouth watered up as he pushed his chair back further and she plainly saw the evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against the crotch of his pants. She pressed a shaking hand to her throat as he parted his legs and shifted forwards, as if offering himself to her.
His nostrils flared as he caught her scent. “Ah…fuck.” Closing his eyes, he felt his insides trembling. “So help me Annabelle, if I wasn’t Immortal I fucking swear you’d be the death of me,” he growled, flinging his eyes open and reaching for her.
Pulling her in between his open legs, he bent forward and nuzzled her breasts through the material of her dress. Ignoring the crystal’s sharp edges as they grazed his lips, he moaned in appreciation.
“You are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.”
Tipping her head back she panted as he ran his hand over her breast and down over her quivering belly. Leaning back he gazed up at her and grabbing the sides of her gown she hitched it up. And, before he could register what she was doing, she straddled him. Wrapping her hands around his neck she laced her fingers together and slowly rocked backwards and forwards, her breathing quick as she felt the material of his pants rub against her aching flesh.
His eyes widened and he swallowed noisily as he felt her excitement dampen his lap. Clamping a hand on each hip he ground her down onto him, halting her movements. She mewled with frustration as she felt her building orgasm fade and breathing harshly she leaned in and kissed him, sensually sucking his bottom lip as he groaned loudly.
Biting her lip gently he broke the kiss. “No panties,” he said appreciatively, raising a brow. “I did suspect, but the proof is so much more satisfying than the imagining.” Sliding his hand up the hour-glass curve of her torso he placed his fingernail on her zipper and inched it down to her hip. With a quick intake of breath he pushed the bodice down to her waist, exposing her firm breasts.
She gasped as the cool night air found her nipples, they instantly hardened and her pulse pounded as she saw his head bend forward, taking one in his mouth. Squeezing her eyes shut she felt the tears of pleasure roll down her cheeks as he suckled. Her hips rocked backwards and forwards as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same loving attention.
Raising his head he gazed into her eyes and clasping her face in his hands he kissed her, his lips hot and damp as they pressed against hers, forcing her mouth open.
His tongue flicked in and she heard him moan as she touched her tongue to his.
With trembling fingers she managed to undo the buttons on his shirt and plunging her hands in she caressed him, running her fingers through the silky hair.
Their kiss deepened as she moved her hands over his hard chest and finding his erect nipples she rolled them between her fingers, feeling them turn into little bullets.
“Annabelle, you’re killing me here,” he gabbled against her mouth as her hand moved down his chest. Her clever, clever little fingers danced their way over his belly and down to his painful hard-on. The relief he felt as she unzipped him and set him free made his breath hiss out, and then when he felt her hand clasp him, his heart stopped.
“No…fuck…Annabelle not here…bed,” he managed to say before all reason fled as she slid onto him. His mind emptied of everything except the feel of her, her heat, the downy softness of her body. Grabbing her breasts he tipped his head back and closing his eyes he rocked with her; they fit together so exquisitely, his key to her lock.