Infernal God (Claimed By Lucifer Book 3) by Elizabeth Briggs (summer reads TXT) 📕

the centuries, both together and apart, especially over these last few years—but it was all worth it for moments like these.

Also, Lucifer half-naked and holding our baby? Seriously hot. My mouth practically watered at the sight. Then he bent over to put Aurora in her crib, giving me a view of his perfect ass, and I nearly fanned myself. Who would have thought that the devil could be such a good dad?

We stepped outside and closed the door, and Lucifer asked, "Did you have a nice ride?"

"It was great. I really needed some alone time. Thanks for watching Aurora."

"Of course. We had a lovely day, although it took a bit of rocking to get her to sleep. I forgot how hard all this newborn stuff is. You'd think after three other kids it would get easier somehow..."

"I know." I took his hand and tugged him toward our room. "In fact, I was just thinking maybe we should have some alone time too."

He arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

As soon as Lucifer entered the bedroom, I shoved him against the wall and plastered myself against him, my hands smoothing over his shoulders as I lifted myself on my tiptoes for a kiss. He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before his arms wrapped around my waist and he held me tight against him. He spun us around so I had my back against the wall, and his tongue slipped between my lips as he deepened our kiss.

“Hello there,” he murmured against my lips as heat shot to my clit. "Is someone feeling a bit randy today?"

I ran my hands along his sculpted abs. "Like you didn't do this on purpose, walking around all half-naked like that."

He donned an innocent expression. "It's hot today."

"You're right, it is hot. I should take off my clothes too." I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head.

His eyes raked over my exposed skin. "Probably a good idea. In fact, we should both take a nice refreshing shower to cool off, don't you think?"

"It has been some time since I showered," I admitted with a laugh. Mom life didn't leave much room for showers at the moment.

"Time to get you cleaned up." He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, then set me down while he turned on the shower. It was big enough to house five people at least, with water spraying from multiple directions, plus the perfect little bench.

Our clothes were quickly shed, and then we stepped aside into the hot water, behind the steamed-up glass walls. As I stepped under the spray, I pressed my naked breasts against Lucifer's bare chest. He dropped his head, his mouth hot and urgent against my neck, his tongue against my collarbone, and I whimpered when pure need flooded me. I ground against him, relishing the hard length of his cock pushing against my skin as he rolled his hips. I could feel all of him against me, melting me, turning me molten under his touch.

As the water sprayed on us, Lucifer drew his fingertips across my breasts, and my nipples hardened instantly. His hair looked black while wet, and his gaze burned with darkness and the promise of pleasure to come. His mouth crashed against mine again, his hands in my wet hair, his body wrapping around mine. I could barely breathe. But really, who needed to breathe. I had Lucifer, who moved between kissing my mouth, my face, my shoulders and however much lower he could reach.

He groaned and lifted me, his hands supporting my ass as I wrapped my legs over his hips. His mouth trailed heat all over my skin, and I pushed my hands into his hair to hold him closer. His cock nudged against my slippery wet skin and he hissed out a breath.

“Lucifer.” His name was little more than a strangled sound on my lips, and he responded straight away, pressing the tip of himself inside me before I even knew he was there. “More.”

His mouth was a tight line of control as he eased more of his length into me. I stretched around him, and he groaned. “Fuck, I needed this,” he growled as he began to rock into me. “I needed you."

"Then take me," I said, my legs tightening around him. "Take everything."

My back hit the cool tile, and Lucifer put his hands on either side of my head as his cock plunged deep inside me. He moved with the speed and strength of a god, fucking me so hard I was surprised the tile didn't crack, but then he paused, his breathing ragged, like he'd only just realized what he was doing.

“You won’t break me,” I said, and some of the tension in his muscles disappeared. "I'm a god too. I can handle it."

He pumped into me harder and faster, making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I was the only one who he could fuck like this, with complete abandon and all of his strength, and the knowledge he would never hurt me. He brought us both to the kind of orgasm you shouted through, the kind that made you forget your name or where you were, the kind that made your body ache in a good way for days.

But he wasn't done yet.

Abruptly, Lucifer held me closer and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet. He walked out onto the balcony, setting me down on the low edge of it, as the soft breeze tickled our water-coated skin. Then he dropped one hand between us, using his finger to stroke over my clit, even as his cock remained hard inside me. He leaned over me, his hips moving slowly, his finger lazy over me, his lips suddenly at my nipple, his tongue drawing it into a fresh peak. I briefly wondered if any of our staff was watching us, but then all thought was gone as his fingers pinched my clit and his teeth brushed against