Hell's Bells by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

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@GaiaLuc4ever: Just over a day until the wedding. #mightnotlivethatlong #ballsaresoblue

FOR ONCE, the sight of Gaia’s nudity didn’t send him fleeing or covering his eyes.

Gaze wide open, Lucifer drank her in. Drank in every curve and nuance of her shape, a shape that undulated.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Isn’t it obvious? His inner voice snickered. There’s a reason why we’re sporting wood, bucko. She’s doing it on purpose.

Surely she wouldn’t?

Gaia stretched, arms over her head, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts. She pointed the toes of her feet and raised her leg. Up. Up. Until her toes pointed at the ceiling.

Damn that woman is flexible. Remember that time in her garden on the swing?

“You’re doing it on purpose to seduce me,” he blurted out.

“A prize to the devil who finally figured it out.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that. The wedding is—”

She cut him off. “I don’t give a fuck about when the wedding is. I. Am. Horny.” She stalked toward him, hips undulating, and he couldn’t glance away. The movement proved hypnotic. Alluring.

Cock-hardening.

She stopped before him, the scent of her, cinnamon and apples, swirling around him in a heady mix.

Her hand shot out, and she grasped hold of his hair, a tight grip that she used to yank him close.

“Hello, lover,” she whispered against his lips. “Long time, no see.”

“What do you mean? We haven’t been apart that long. Just a few hours.” His heart hammered in his chest, and his breath stuttered.

Meanwhile, in his head, a certain voice crooned an old Madonna song.

“Silly devil. I mean been so long since I’ve seen your cock.”

“Gaia!” He couldn’t help a sharp exclamation of her name. Yet, he did nothing to move away. Nothing to remove himself from the sensual temptation she posed.

“L-u-c.” She sang his name softly. “How much do you love me?”

“More than anything,” Lucifer replied.

“Then prove it. Show me. Get to your knees.”

Ordering us around? Don’t allow it. Tell our wench to drop to her knees. Show her who is boss.

At her shove, he dropped, his knees hitting the floor hard, his face level with her tender parts. The heart shape of her pubes teased him, but not as much as her scent.

His mouth watered.

His fingers itched.

His scalp burned as she pulled on his hair and in a low growl said, “Lick me.”

He would later justify his actions as something he had to do for his woman’s wellbeing. She needed him, and even if it went against some of his principles, he couldn’t say no.

But the truth? The truth was he wanted to taste her. Lick her and touch her.

He grabbed a hold of her thighs and parted them. He pushed his face between her legs, and his tongue eagerly sought her sex.

The tip of him touched those trembling nether lips and tasted the ambrosia of her arousal. So familiar on a certain level, and yet at the same time, it felt brand-new and exotic.

He explored her, his tongue slipping between the folds of her soft flesh. Probing her pulsing channel.

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