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“You know I can taste lies, little Hellfire. Yours are so fucking sweet, like sugar-coated strawberries.”
As soon as I open the door, I find Lucifer standing in the hallway. He’s wearing a black suit as usual, his hair slightly loose and not pushed back. I can’t help when my mind wanders to what he was wearing when he saved me, how he was splattered in our enemies’ blood. He sullied his expensive outfit to avenge me—who said romance is not dead?
“There’s no comparison, love. My darkness calls to yours.”
“You two don’t leave the manor much. I guess it’s difficult when you’re banging like feral animals.”
“Listen, Pops, I know you’ve been alive for like a really long time, but us lady folk can take care of ourselves. Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t stabbed you in your sleep for insinuating she can’t protect herself.”
I grab her ankle and kiss the inside before kissing up her leg. I can feel the shock and intrigue throughout the room. Lucifer, the Devil, Satan himself, is on his knees for another demon. But she isn’t just any demon. She’s my soulmate, my true counterpart, and she should be treated as such.
I’m showing Lilith a respect I show no other creature, and the same respect is expected of others. I just so happen to get to taste her and fuck her.
My tongue swipes against her wetness, and I hum my approval. My face is in her lap, pleasuring her as everyone watches what I’m willing to do for my queen. The respect, obedience, and submission I only offer to her. She tastes so fucking sweet against my tongue, and she gasps, her fingers tangling with my hair and crown.
“You taste like mine,” she says, and I can’t help but shiver. “You taste like sin, salt, and so completely mine.”
“That’s it. Always such a good girl for your king, aren’t you?"
Lucifer—the Devil—is my soulmate, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about that. I don’t care if it makes me evil or a monster. Something this pure and cosmic could never be wrong.
