Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) Sarah Bailey (best books to read for students txt) 📖

hand, pulling him away towards one of the doors. She glanced around before tugging him through it, down the hallway and into an empty room. Letting go of his hand when she closed the door, she turned to him. There was nothing but pure unadulterated lust in her expression. No words needed to be spoken.

He slammed her up against the door, their mouths fused together in an electrifying and brutal kiss. Her hands were at his belt, tugging it open before she tugged down the zip of his trousers and freed him. He pulled up her dress, pushing aside her underwear. He stroked his fingers across her softness, feeling her arousal running down her legs. She groaned, tugging his hips towards her.

Fuck, you’re always so wet for me. Only for me. I command your body, don’t I?

He sunk into her in one swift movement. She wrapped both legs around his back, his hands under her behind, holding her up and pinning her to the door. One of her hands was around his neck, the other holding his face.

He’d missed her touch with a force which threatened to break him. He would give her a piece of his mind later. Now all he wanted was to be inside her. To feel her heat consuming him with every stroke. That dress had been driving him crazy all night.

“Yes, yes you do. I’ve missed you so much. Everything about you. I need you. Fuck, do I need you, Lucifer.”

He pounded into her with all he was worth. She bit down on his bottom lip, whimpering. They both needed to be quiet least someone came along and heard them together.

Tell me you're mine.

She turned away from him, burying her face in his shoulder.

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Lucifer.”

He growled, thrusting harder. She bit down on his suit jacket.

“Are you going to come all over me, Candace?”

“Yes, yes, fuck. I’m so close.”

He wanted to make her snap, to hear her scream, but now wasn’t the time. She rested her head back against the door, staring at him with unfocused eyes. He reached up, putting a hand over her mouth. Seconds later she was crying out, the sounds muffled as her body quaked and clenched around him.

Fuck, I can never hold back when she comes. It’s too much. She’s too much.

He grunted, feeling his own ending pulsating through him. All the tension of the past two weeks away from her eased.

When he removed his hand from her mouth, her head dropped on his shoulder, her breath coming fast. Her fingers curled into the hair at the back of his neck, anchoring him to her.

“I never wanted to leave. All I want is you,” she said, her voice quiet.

Her words made his heart ache. There had been no question about what she wanted. She’d made it very clear to him before she left. It didn’t change anything.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here. Fuck, I shouldn’t have even left the room.”

She turned her head, looking up at him.

“Mmm, was your need to have me overriding your sense of duty, perhaps?”

“Oh, just… shut up.”

She moved, pressing her mouth to his. Her longing poured out of her. He moved in her again. Her fingers dug into his head.

“Stop. Not again. I need to get back.”

His need to possess her utterly almost outweighed his common sense. He wanted to fuck her where he could make her scream. Hear her cries of pleasure whilst he ruined her. This was not the place for that. He pulled away, allowing her to drop back down to her feet. Her face was flushed, her breathing still a little laboured. She had that well and truly fucked look about her. It was for him alone. No one else was allowed to see her this way.

He clicked his fingers. Her dress readjusted itself around her, her hair perfectly in place again. His suit was immaculate. No one would know they’d just snuck away for a moment of passionate, mind-bending sex. Candace was the only woman he wanted to fuck and fuck again until she was his completely.

She’s mine to ruin. Only mine.

“Just give me half an hour, okay? I’ll get away somehow and we can talk,” she said, looking down at herself.

“Fine.”

She brushed her fingers across his cheek lightly before she slipped from the room. His own fingers traced where hers had been. Her violet eyes had been full of affection.

She told me she cares for me, but is it more than that? Does she feel as I do? Am I everything to her as she is to me? Do I own my little witch’s heart?

Why did the thought of that make his pound so hard in his chest?

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Candace stood outside the room for a moment, catching her breath.

Lucifer was here.

Here.

How could he be here?

And now he knew.

Knew her secrets.

She’d known she was going to have to marry to unite her distant cousin’s family to hers. It wasn’t so much she minded Theodus. She’d only met him a handful of times and didn’t know him very well.

It hadn’t mattered before.

It mattered now.

Now her heart was otherwise engaged.

The thought of submitting to anyone else but Lucifer made her skin crawl.

It would be her duty to provide an heir. She would never be queen, but her child would inherit the crown when Gwilliana passed. The fae thought their queen was barren. She had conceived Candace in secret. Only the royal courts knew of her existence.

I don’t want to sleep with Theodus. I don’t want him touching me in the places Lucifer has. All I want is the angel behind that door.

She shook herself, striding away back into the ballroom. She could only hope no one had noticed