Lucifer's Bride [Complete]

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    I sink back into the bed, sobbing into the sheets. My ass is on fire from his brutal punishment, and I wonder if I'll even be able to sit down in the morning. I hear a sharp intake of breath and watch as the vines that had held me down free my hands and retreat into the floor. Released from my restraints, I roll onto my side and curl into a tight ball, still crying out my pain and fear.

The bed dips beside me and Lucifer's cold hand reaches out to stroke my shoulder. I flinch away involuntarily, still frightened that this might just be another series of tortures he's been waiting to dish out. Instead, his hand travels south, sliding around my waist and gently pulling me against him. When my shoulder blades touch his chiseled chest, his night-black wing swoops over and cloaks me in darkness again. The soft feathers tickle my skin, and his cool lips press into my hair.

"Oh, Amelia," he whispers, his voice hollow and cracking. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just so angry that you didn't give me a chance to explain."

Well, dumbass. Did you learn your lesson?

I stay quiet, softly crying out the last of my tears. I know he never meant to harm me, but he did. I still love him with all my heart, but I've learned not to allow myself to be so angry at him. Walking away probably fired up his old fear of being abandoned, and my attitude probably set off his microscopic fuse because he thought I was challenging him. Stupid me. Justified, but stupid.

Wiping away any residual tears, I suck in a sharp breath and try to face him. "I'm sorry."

He hugs me tighter, burying his face in my hair and stroking my arms. "No, no, no, Amelia. I'm sorry. I should have never lost myself like that. I should have walked away like you did. I'm so sorry, Amelia. I just...you didn't deserve that. You never deserve anything like that. This was my fault. All my fault."

Warm tears seep into my hair, calming my broken heart slightly. I sigh quietly in relief. He does care, and he does regret going after me like that. He just lost control, the fear and the anger overriding his reason and love.

"Forgive me," he pleads. "Please."

I nod, my heart mending itself quicker than expected. "Yes."

"Thank God," he whispers. "I swear to you on whatever soul I have left, I will never harm you again. I swear it."

I manage a small smile. "I promise. No more ultimatums."

He laughs into my hair, a sign of mutual relief and forgiveness. My heart has finally healed itself, allowing me to take a cleansing breath of sweet calmness. It's been one hell of a night – Leyna, Michael, this fight – but we've survived. I'm back home with my husband, Leyna and Michael are both gone, and the two of us have recovered from our first vicious fight. All in all, a successful day.

Still lying in his arms, the chill of Lucifer's hands starts to rev my body up once again. That bonfire is back again, and my skin itches for a different type of sex: I want it slow and steady, something that will set me alight without breaking every bone I have. I want him again, a sure sign that I'm back to normal.

"I know how you can make this up to me..." I whisper into the soft sheets.

He feverishly begins to kiss my hair. "Yes, yes, of course! Anything."

I smother my tiny laugh and gently take his cold hand in mine. I lead him down to my thighs, twisting his arm so his fingers slide between my legs and brush against my sex. It's just enough to make me twitch in yearning, and thankfully Lucifer is more than ready to play nice. He laughs into my hair again and takes the reigns, pressing his middle finger hard against my clit and spinning it delicious circles. I moan and close my eyes, savoring both the wonderful feeling of finally finding relief and of having my playful, loving husband back once more.

I shiver against him, savoring the feeling of his finger twisting in and around my sex. His free hand reaches up to fondle my breast, making me bite my lip and arch my back. A hear another soft laugh and feel his cold hands start to work harder, his palm chilling my nipple to a solid point and two finger dipping inside my pussy. I moan softly and burying my face in the sheets and whispering his name. After his rough punishment, he's hell bent of proving himself to be a caring, dutiful lover again.

Honestly, he's doing a great job proving his point.

"More," I whisper. "Please more."

"As you wish."

His hands leave my skin for an instant, leaving me empty and begging for his comfort. His icy fingers return to my skin, gripping my hip to roll me over onto my stomach. I go willingly, anxiously waiting for him to render me breathless like he always does. He shift, kneeling behind me and grabbing my ass to pull me up and back, setting me in the same position that he'd used to claim my virginity.

I'm nearly shaking out of excitement. He'd taken me this way on our wedding night, and it was fantastic. When he brushes against my ass, I can barely keep myself from screaming out my joy and rubbing against him. His cock brushes my thigh, ice cold and solid as granite. I bit my lip and anticipation. I lean back slightly, begging him silently to give me more, to tear me to pieces like I've been craving all night. He doesn't disappoint, laughing softly and pressing the tip of his cock against my sex, heartbeats away from ravaging me.

Something in my head clicks, snapping me out of my lust-fueled haze and turning the thinking part of my brain back on. My need is still bordering on desperation, but my body and my mind both want something more than just the basics I know. I want something different, something I'd never normally do.

"Wait," I plead, just in time to prevent him from bucking his hips and driving into me.

He stills, his hands lightly resting on my hips. "What?" His voice is soft, concerned that he may have done something wrong or that I'm having second thoughts.

Truthfully, I am, but only in the way I want to do this. After that round of spanking, I'm craving my chance to be in control, to watch him squirm. I inch away and roll over onto my back, staring up at him with desire-hazy eyes as he watches my in inquisitive confusion. I smile and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling our bodies flush together even though we're still two separate beings for now.

With my legs locking me to him, I simultaneously arch my back forward and press my feet against the small of his back. The weight shift is enough to throw him off balance and he tumbles backward, falling into the bed as I'm hauled forward. I end up kneeling over him, straddling his hips and grinning down at him like a lunatic.

Ha! It worked!