Crouching, Lucifer placed his forearms on either side of the chair and studied his sleeping love. Very slowly he reached out and ran trembling fingers down her bare arm. She gave a moan and he paused, watching until she was once again still.
Hearing a discreet cough he looked around and narrowed his eyes. Salomè stood backlit by the flickers of lightning at the door; Annabelle’s bags at her feet and the cage containing one shitty-tempered ginger cat in her hand.
She bowed her head at the black look which flitted over Lucifer’s beautiful features and placing Percival down very carefully she whispered an apology and quickly vanished from his sight and possible wrath.
Turning back to Annabelle he purred, “Ah my precious, finally I have you. Unfortunately I must wait just a while longer to take you to my bed. You’re probably going to be extremely pissed off with me in the coming days.” The corner of his mouth twisted up as he heaved a deep sigh. “That is most definitely not a state which is conducive to lust-filled days spent under the sheets. So I’ll leave you to cool off before we meet. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave you alone when you sleep,” he whispered, his voice harsh with his desire.