Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (romantic story to read TXT) 📕

Her nails ran down his chest, hard enough to almost draw blood. He growled, the sound echoing through the room.

“Tell me where you went when my dad was here. Why did you look so angry and haunted?”

He stiffened under her touch. This was not a subject he wished to discuss with her, especially not when they were playing this game with each other.

“Don’t.”

“You see, I think you need to talk about what hurts you.” Her nails dug harder into his chest. “You told me I’m your everything, that I have your soul, but I don’t think you’ll ever be free to give me this.” She placed her other hand over his heart. “Until you let me in.”

That’s what she wants? Fuck, Candace, you have that already. I fucking love you so much it physically hurts to be away from you.

“Kiss me, little witch.”

“Mmm, you didn’t ask nicely.”

Her violet eyes caught his, her gaze intense. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer nor was she going to give in.

“Please.”

Her expression softened. Her mouth hovered over his for a long moment. Her lips brushed against his, gentle and unhurried.

“I want to be your queen, Lucifer. I’ve laid bare my soul to you. Isn’t that enough? Will I ever be enough for you to let me in?”

Her thoughts tore at everything inside him. She was enough. She’d always been enough.

Why would you ever think you weren’t? You are my queen.

“Because you won’t tell me anything. I live in fear you’ll get bored of me and make me leave Hell.”

He wanted to curse. How could he make her see sense? He broke off from their kiss.

“Candace, I am yours. Yours. Do you understand? If I could, I’d kneel at your feet and offer myself to you for eternity. I can’t fucking live another day without you by my side. I’m deadly serious about making you my Queen of Hell.”

He was going to tear out of these bonds if she didn’t take him seriously. He looked at her face. Tears pricked at her eyes.

“You just admitted you’re mine,” she whispered.

“That’s because I am. I have been since you landed in my bed and made me fall under your spell. You are my everything. What else do I have to do to prove that to you?”

She sat up, staring down at the deep red marks on his chest she’d made with her nails.

“Just tell me one thing.”

“Name it.”

“What happened the day He cast you from Heaven?”

He sighed. She just had to push. He had to give her something, if only to prove he trusted her and wanted her in his life.

“If I promise to show you, will you stop this line of conversation and ride my cock? You’ve made me so fucking hard and I need to be in you.”

She was silent for a long moment. She put her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. Her underwear followed next. His mouth watered at the sight of her naked above him.

“You want me to fuck you?” she asked.

“I want you so much my cock fucking hurts.”

She ground against him, her wetness coating him. He grunted.

Fuck, she wasn’t lying. She’s soaking.

“Like this, you want me to ride you? Make you come?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Ride my cock, little witch.”

She bit her lip, grinding harder. He’d promised he wouldn’t try to get free, but he wanted to run his hands over her skin. He wanted to push her down on the bed and fuck her with abandon. Knowing she’d get off on being in control stopped him. She needed to let go. She needed his submission for once.

“I’m going to fuck you, Lucifer, but you don’t deserve to touch me. I’m going to make you watch me pleasure myself.”

And with that, she shifted and sunk down on him. He groaned.

She’s so hot and tight. Fuck, no one compares to her.

She rose and fell slowly, watching him with hooded eyes. She twisted her nipple with her fingers. He watched her, mesmerised by her movements. Not being able to touch her was torture.

She braced one hand behind her as she rode him, her legs open for him to see where they were joined. His heart hammered erratically in his chest. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, brushing against her soft curls before her hand slipped between her legs. She moaned, stroking herself.

“I know you want to touch me here,” she said. “Can you feel how wet I am for you? Do you know how much I want to come all over your cock?”

“Little witch,” he groaned.

There was nothing he could do but watch her ride him and pleasure herself. Her pace increased, her moaning becoming louder.

Fuck, I’m going to explode in a minute, but I can’t come yet, not until I’ve felt her. I want her clenching around me.

“Tell me, does it make you harder seeing me like this?” she asked.

“Yes, fuck, Candace, please. I want you so fucking much and it kills me that I can’t touch you.”

“Too bad.”

She smiled at him, her fingers moving faster, her hips grinding against him. He growled, thrusting his own into hers. He couldn’t help it, he needed to fill her, deeper, harder. Biting her lip, she groaned. He did it again, finding a rhythm to match hers.

“Fuck, Lucifer, I’m going to come all over you, don’t fucking stop.”

She cried out, shaking and trembling over him as her sex clenched.

Shit, seeing her come apart is so hot.

He tried desperately to hold on, grinding into her. It was too much, he felt the stirring before it ripped through his body.

He cried out her name, falling into oblivion along with her.