I slid off my chair to start cleaning up, but Lucifer caught me and tugged me close, pressing me to him. "Olivia, we have talked enough," he said, his breath tickling my ear. "I have not had a chance to give you a proper greeting since I got home."

My shoulders slumped. "No, and it's my fault. I'm sorry."

He put a finger to my lips. "Do not be sorry. Just let me have you."

"Yes. I'd like to feel your touch." I kissed his finger.

"Good. I want to show you something I can do. Though, I do not do it often."

He took me to the terrace and snapped his fingers when we walked out. I gasped; he had transformed my balcony into a rainforest. I unabashedly turned in a circle surveying the beauty of the clearing. The air was thick from the humidity, and the scent of the vegetation combined with the rich soil was astounding.

Lush tropical plants ranging from gigantic ferns to flamboyant bromeliads were everywhere, with vine-enwrapped trees reaching high over us, creating a breathtaking canopy. A flash of exquisite color from a hummingbird buzzed by, bringing all the bird calls I could hear into the forefront. From somewhere off to the left came the sounds of a waterfall, though I couldn't see it.

"Oh, this is stunning, Lucifer! Thank you. But won't people notice this out here?" I asked, still staring up, watching the overhead leaves filter the sun.

"They cannot see us; they see an empty patio. I have shielded the area, and we are alone; the terrace is pleasant and secluded." He stepped closer. "You can even scream as loud as you want when you come for me."

A flush flashed through my body, and I studied him with hooded eyes, running hands up his chest. "You know, that works both ways." I began to unbutton his shirt and nuzzle his neck.

He sighed and cupped my cheek lightly, kissing me as I continued working my way down to pull his shirt out of his pants with short but forceful tugs. "You realize I could just snap away our clothes," he told me with a low voice.

"Don't you dare!" I countered. "There's an art to seduction, and you know it." I opened his shirt slowly, kissing through the t-shirt underneath as I did, smelling the masculine scent of him.

I pushed up under his t-shirt, feeling the softness of the fabric complementing his skin. I smiled when he closed his eyes and sighed as I wrapped around to run my nails gently down his back. I licked and nibbled, enjoying the slight taste of salt. I took a mouthful of tattooed flesh on his chest and bit, enough to get a gasp, but not enough to hurt him.

"Yes... that feels wonderful, Olivia. More," he requested, and I agreed, biting gently over his chest, enjoying the noises he made for me.

I undid the French cuffs he always seemed to wear, and then with excruciatingly slow care, I slipped the shirt off him. His arms were as colorful as the surrounding forest's flora and fauna. I trailed my fingers from wrist to shoulder, causing goosebumps in their wake, to wrap my hands behind his neck and kiss him. He let me control it, engaging only as much as I wanted, sensing what I needed.

Taking his hand, I drew him toward a chair. "Come here."

Before he could sit, I lifted off the soft t-shirt and tugged on his belt, undoing the golden buckle on the Italian leather, then gently drawing it through its loops to remove it. I ran a hand over the hardness of him through his slacks before unzipping them and pulling them, and his boxer briefs, down.

I pushed him back until he sat in the chair, then finished undressing him with care. When I finally had him beautifully naked, I had him pull his hips forward until I could kneel and, at last, take him in my mouth. I worked him, using my hands, lips, and tongue around and along his length, relishing the taste and feel of him.

He buried a hand in my hair but didn't force me. He reclined, closing his eyes as I licked, sucked, and caressed him. When I paused, he lifted his head to look at me with smoldering eyes. Then, I took him as deep as I could into the back of my throat. He moaned, and I held it for as long as I dared, sucking my way up when I needed to breathe, then did it again.

"Fuck, you make me feel amazing," he said. I doubled my efforts, working faster until he was thick and swollen for me, gripping the arms of the chair, trying not to release what he had to offer. I chuckled and drew back one last time. "I love the taste of you," I purred, "But I want you inside me."

"A mutual thought, Olivia," he said, reaching for me, but I danced out of his grip. I stripped for him as he watched, eyes hungry, which only made me wetter, wanting him. Naked, shadow and light playing on my skin as the warm breeze brushed by, I walked to him and put a knee on his thigh, opening myself, so he could feel my slick response to him as he tasted a nipple.

I moaned, throwing my head back and leaning into him. He felt so damned good, but I craved more. "Do you want me, Lucifer?"

"You have to ask?" His voice was husky.

"No, but it's fun to. A woman likes to know she's wanted."

"Yes, Olivia, I want you. I would like nothing better than to throw you across the table and bury myself as deep into you as I possibly can."

"Oh, really?" I gasped as he moved his fingers in me, touching the core of me. I leaned in, making eye contact. "Then do it."

He needed no other encouragement. He easily flipped me, mostly because I was willing, and pushed my torso onto the glass-topped table. He found my opening and guided himself in with an agonizingly slow motion. When he'd finally buried himself, I turned to look at him, the sunlight behind him creating a halo of light around his silhouette.

"Let me see your wings, Lucifer. Be my Fallen Angel," I requested. He smirked at me and rolled his shoulders to unfurl black-as-night wings.

He was glorious.

He drew out of me with the same deliberate motion, and I moaned, then begged for him. "Please fuck me, Lucifer. Please?"

"Gladly," he grunted as he did what he'd promised to do, burying himself to his full length again, filling me just the way I loved. He started a slow rhythm, sinking into me each time. I cried out with each stroke, aching for him.

"Lucifer, I want more. Grab my hair?"

He buried a strong hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and used it to pull me onto him, thrusting into me at the same time. I countered his action with my own, forcing him to tighten his grip.

I needed more of him, more of his power pushing into me, more bonding between us. "Faster?" I pleaded.

He slowed to a stop and leaned over me to whisper, "Only if you beg some more, Olivia."

I whimpered. "Please? Please go faster. Let me feel how much you want me. Please."

He began with a deep thrust left me gasping. He quickened his pace and soon was pounding into me; every thrust had me crying out. I braced myself on the table and was oblivious to everything else. Gone was the sense of the sunlight and breeze, the birds and waterfall. All I was aware of was the connection between us and how it felt to have him inside.

I could tell by how much he filled me he would be close soon. I craved for him to release. "Come for me, Lucifer. I want to hear you too."

"You... are... so... god... damned... beautiful," he said, matching his tempo.

"Deep inside, Lucifer. Come for me. Please."

He thrust twice more before grinding against me and calling out as he did. He gave several quick thrusts before doing it again and kept up this pattern for some time, milking himself for all he had.

When he finally went soft, he collapsed on me, and I sighed. "I enjoyed hearing you come for me," I smiled.

He chuckled low. "I do not think I can stand much longer."

I chuckled. "Then sit, by all means."

He snapped the chair over, rolled his shoulders to retract his wings, and collapsed into it with a great sigh. I stayed, lying across the table, knowing he would enjoy the view. I could tell he'd filled me exactly as I'd asked him to do. I chuckled as what he'd left behind ran down my thigh.

"Oh, love, you are positively bewitching. Seeing me running out of you..." He pushed out of the chair and turned me to sit on the edge of the table. He forced me back with a tender but firm hand, and I rested my legs on his shoulders.

He ran his hand up my inner thigh, collecting what he found there, then used his fingers to press it back into me. "Let me make you scream, Olivia," he said, poised above my waiting mound.

I gave him a mischievous grin, "If you can, Lucifer."

He laughed. "I am counting on it," he said and then buried his smile in me. He licked and sucked before moving down to taste himself. He did this over and over until I was more than ready to give in and beg again.

He slipped two fingers into me, stroking firmly, using his fluids as much as mine for their slickness. When he used three and even four fingers to stretch me open, I drowned so profoundly in the sensation of opening to him, I only realized he was fisting me when his knuckles slipped inside.

I moaned from the thought of it as much as the experience. To be so open for him, so vulnerable to him, yet feel so empowered from it, was a heady thing. He changed his position to find the spot he wanted deep inside as he quickened his tongue. Soon, I was panting, so close but not quite able to go over.

"Scream for me, Olivia. I will take you over the edge when you do, I promise, but I want to hear my name from you."

I whimpered, losing myself in the feel of him playing me so effortlessly. Before I knew it, I was crying out; with every twist of his fist, I was calling out to him.

He continued what he was doing methodical and intense, and I finally broke free and came for him. I lost all track of sight, sound, smell, even time. When moving or speaking was no longer part of my skill set, I had to use my hands to signal I needed him to stop.

Smiling, he slowly backed his fist out of me. I would be gloriously sore for days. I tried to sit up but couldn't; the world swam around me, and I had to laugh. I did the best I could with words. "Can't get up. Drunk on endorphins. Going to need help."

"With pleasure, love." He scooped me up and snapped the door open, heading to the bedroom, "Can I bathe you? Some Epsom salts will help with the cramping. We were rough."

I sighed against him, happy and content. "Yes... but I'm sleepy."

"I can work around this," he said, snapping. The candles in the bath lit, the tub was full of water at just the right temperature. Carefully, he lowered me into it.

As I settled into a seated position, the cramping he mentioned reared its head, and I came more awake. "Holy hell! Will I be able to walk tomorrow?" I dissolved into laughter.

He sat behind me, settling me against his chest. "Yes, but not without remembering me every time you move."

"Mmm... sounds delightful," I hummed as I drifted. He held me as I soaked, keeping the water from cooling. When I was almost asleep, he picked me up again, and after snapping us dry, put me in the bed before curling up to spoon me.

I sighed. "I love you, Lucifer."

"And I, you, Olivia."