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If I lose everything in the fire, I’m sending all my love to you.
Lucifer stands across from Chloe on the balcony and watches the tears stream down her face. Each one tears him apart a little more, like a cut through his chest from a Hell-forged demon blade. It destroys him to see her like this, but he can’t dare look away. He wouldn't dare miss even one millisecond of an opportunity to see the love of his life one last time.
He reaches his shaking hand to gently cup her cheek. “Chloe, my love.”
The words make her shudder as she holds back sobs that want to rack her body. She does not want to sob in front of the man she loves. Not right now.
“Please, don’t go,” she whispers. “Please.”
“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, caressing her cheek with his thumb in a subpar attempt to wipe away the tears that do not seem to stop coming. “Chloe, I am so sorry.”
His voice breaks on the last syllable and Chloe loses her half-fought battle at keeping the sobs in. She lunges forward, connecting her lips with his. Maybe he must go, but it doesn’t have to be this minute. Not at all.
She swallows the little noise he makes when the air leaves his lungs from the force of her approach and wraps her fingers around the lapels of his jacket as he slowly moves his fingers into the smooth locks of her golden hair. Walking her back against the wall next to the balcony, Lucifer gently cups the back of her head to protect it against the hard stone as he kisses her deeper, pouring as much emotion into it as she is.
Chloe’s hands tremble as they head to the buttons of his crisp, white dress shirt. She starts at the top, one by one, while continuing to kiss Lucifer with all she has, nipping at his bottom lip before her tongue seeks access to his mouth.
He grants access immediately and lifts Chloe. She wraps her legs around his waist and her hands fly to his hair as he weaves his way through the living room in an overly practiced fashion until he gently presses her against the ancient Assyrian wall. Chloe gasps for air when their lips part for the first time since they connected, before beginning her trek through his buttons once again. Lucifer leans in and nuzzles her neck gently with his nose before pressing his lips just shy of her pulse point. She tilts her head to the side, offering him more access, which he gladly takes.
Chloe is undoing the last button and pushing the shirt off Lucifer’s broad, muscular shoulders when Lucifer grazes his teeth over her pulse point, pauses for a millisecond at most, bites down, and sucks. She cries out, a whine escaping her lips as she grasps Lucifer’s biceps and creates small crescents where her fingernails come just short of breaking the skin and she relishes being the only one who can do that.
Lucifer hisses gently at the pain he’s come to enjoy so much, simply because it is pain that only Chloe can provide. He pulls back from the spot from her neck, his eyes blown so wide that the warm pools of brown that Chloe fell in love with have been overtaken by deep black orbs of lust, passion, and need. She knows that her eyes match—desire overtaking sadness, even just for a moment.
Lucifer locks eye contact with Chloe and slowly offers his hand between the two of them, an offering of at least right now. Even if he must leave, they can have right now.
With a sad smile, Chloe accepts his hand and follows Lucifer up the few stairs to his bedroom.
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I’m here to honor you.
Lucifer lets Chloe take the lead, gently falling on the bed with her following atop him and their hands clasped together, and fingers intertwined. She leans in to kiss Lucifer’s neck, heading toward his collarbones while her fingertips explore the massive plains of solid muscle under unblemished porcelain skin. Her lips follow the path of her fingers, eventually tracing through the well-trimmed line of hair leading from his belly button and disappearing into his slacks. She hooks her fingers just under the waistband of his trousers and slightly tugs, eliciting a soft groan from his lips. She smiles and begins to undo his belt.
“Chloe,” he breathes and locks eye contact. “You don’t have to do that.”
She furrows her brows at him, even though she knows what he is implying. She sits up and then stands, before grabbing a pillow and lowering her knees on it to kneel before him. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
Lucifer sits up and watches her with even more awe in his eyes than she has ever seen from him as she undoes his belt and tugs his trousers down his hips. To Chloe’s surprise, he is wearing boxer briefs, but they certainly do nothing to hide his clear-cut excitement and arousal for her. She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and hears his breath catch in his throat before tucking her index fingers under the waistband of his briefs and tugging them down too. The movement releases his cock, and it bounces gently against his stomach, its swollen head weeping in the low light of Lucifer’s bedroom.
Chloe’s mouth waters slightly as she takes him in hand, starting a slow pace on his shaft. “I’m here to honor you, Lucifer. You deserve to be honored.” She whispers, swiping her thumb over the tip to spread the pre-cum, feeling him become impossibly harder with her words. “If you have to go back to be a King, you deserve to be treated just like a King.”
With that, Chloe traces her tongue from the base to the tip before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking lightly. She circles her tongue around the crown before slowly easing him further into her mouth. Chloe is no stranger to giving head, but Lucifer isn’t just any dick—his size significantly surpasses anyone she’s been with in the past. She continues to take him in her mouth until the head bumps the back of her throat, causing her to gag just the slightest bit. She pulls off enough to recover but notices Lucifer staring down at her with an even mix of concern and awe in his eyes.
“Are you okay, Chloe?” he barely grits out as he continuously flexes his thighs to try to keep still in her mouth. She offers a small moan in response and returns to the task of taking him in her throat. He brushes the back again, but she doesn’t gag this time, and hollows her cheeks on her way up, circles his head with her tongue, and begins an even rhythm as she builds him to highs he never realized were possible.
The sounds he emits are sinful and as he nears ecstasy, Chloe can feel herself become dripping wet as she clenches around nothing. She tries to rub her thighs together in an inconspicuous manner, taking Lucifer as far down her throat as he can. A groan punches from his throat and she thinks he’s going to come, but then he’s pulling her up to meet him face to face.
“Chloe,” he pants. “The first time I come tonight, I need to be buried deep between your thighs.” Chloe shudders at his words and slams her lips against his.
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I walked for miles ‘til I found you.
Lucifer loses his breath when Chloe’s lips connect with his but recovers on the inhale. His hands reach for the buttons of her blouse and he dexterously rids her of it, revealing a black lace bra. He nips at her bottom lip before planting soft kisses along her sharp jawline and down her neck, eventually landing just above the lace covering her breasts.
Chloe’s hands fly to Lucifer’s hair, tugging the curls free from their product when he swipes his tongue over a lace-covered nipple. She holds him there, moaning softly when he takes it into his mouth, allowing the warm wetness of his tongue to tease it into a hard peak. Not neglecting her other nipple, he brings his fingers up and rolls it gently between them before switching his mouth to it. Chloe arches her back, attempting to keep his mouth right where it is, feeling herself becoming more wet by the second.
In a smooth motion, he rolls Chloe under him, propping himself above her on his elbows. Her hair fans out behind her, the soft blonde against the dark silk of the sheets an arousing combination.
“Incredible,” she whispers, cupping his cheek with her hand and gently scratching his stubble. His eyes fill with adoration and love before he presses his lips to hers and kisses her deeply. His fingers trace along the tops of her breasts before settling in the middle and undoing the front clasp of her bra. It falls to the side and Lucifer immediately pulls his mouth away from Chloe’s to return one of her nipples to his mouth. He nibbles lightly and Chloe cries out, reaching to hold his hand in hers, grounding herself in the moment. Lucifer doesn’t linger, though, and begins kissing down the valley of her breasts, laying light touches to her stomach, belly button, and then reaches her jeans. He looks up at her, making eye contact, and she nods, encouraging him to unbutton the jeans and rid her of them entirely.
The jeans fall to the floor unceremoniously as Lucifer discovers she’s wearing black, lacy panties that matched the bra he found minutes ago. His breath catches in his throat.
“Did you wear these for me?” he asks softly, hooking a finger under the waistband and pulls slightly.
Chloe shudders. “No…it’s ah—” Lucifer pulls the panties down over the curve of her hips. “It’s laundry day.” Which wasn’t a lie. It was. But she certainly didn’t come over in a matching lace bra and panty set because it was the last thing in her dresser. No, she was definitely aiming to have celebratory, “we defeated the demons” sex. She didn’t expect to be having heartbreaking goodbye sex though.
With the panties sufficiently somewhere on the floor, Chloe lays bare in front of Lucifer. His mouth parts slightly as he takes her in, and Chloe resists the urge to cover herself.
“Incredible,” he murmurs, before leaning down and placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above her clit. She moans softly as he continues to kiss a line horizontally to her hip and then over to her other hip before slowly returning to the center and pauses. “I’ve waited so long, I’ve walked for miles until I found you. Eons until I found you.”
“Lucifer,” Chloe whines, and that’s enough to get him to latch onto her clit. She cries out, gripping her hands to his hair while he sucks and licks gently. Using his hands, he braces them against her mid-thighs and spreads her open further, like a meal he can’t wait to feast on. His tongue parts her folds and he kitten licks all along, tasting every inch of her, before breaching her entrance with the dull point of his tongue. He feels her clench around his tongue as her back arches from the bed, and he ruts against the bed, seeking friction for his once again rock-hard cock.
He keeps her spread for him with one hand while he brings the other to her entrance, slowly caressing her dripping wet folds before pushing one long finger inside. She tightens around him instantly, letting out a curse under her breath when his mouth focuses in again on her clit. His finger begins slowly moving in and out of her, quickly gaining speed, while his mouth works wonders on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She can feel herself tumbling toward the edge as she pulls harder on Lucifer’s hair, eliciting a deep groan that she feels against her more than hears. This is all she needs to launch herself over the edge. Her orgasm hits her with such a strength that she wasn’t expecting, her vision going white and every muscle in her body tensing. Her core contracts around Lucifer’s finger as he gently pushes in and out, working her through the moment.
Once her body relaxes, she looks down to see him, a small smile on his face and wonder in his eyes, his beard wet with her, staring as he pulls his finger from her and puts it in his mouth, lewdly sucking her taste off his hand. She can already feel the heat pooling in her belly while she watches this display. He catches her eye and smiles, crawling up her body and she grabs his face, pulling him down to kiss her, tasting herself, whiskey, a little smoke, and something distinctly him.
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My beating heart belongs to you.
Chloe plants her foot on the bed and maneuvers so that she flips their positions, her knees on either side of his hips, hands on his chest, and her lips on his throat. He angles his head to give her more access, and she grazes her teeth against the tender skin just behind and below his ear. His fingers dig into her hips a little tighter in response, and she resists the urge to grind against his very prominent erection. She reaches down and pushes at his trousers, encouraging them to come the rest of the way off, ensuring no barriers between them. He shimmies his hips and kicks them somewhere. Then they’re there, skin on skin.
Chloe pauses and looks into Lucifer’s eyes. Her hands rest on his chest, helping her to keep her balance. She feels his strong heartbeat under her palm, beating quickly but fiercely.
“That’s you,” he whispers, his voice deep and rough with lust. “It’s yours, it belongs to you.”
“Lucifer,” she breathes. The intensity of the gaze they share is almost too much to handle. She feels his cock between her legs and it renews the desire she feels in this moment too. Rocking slowly over his cock, she slicks it with her arousal before reaching down and holding it by the base, lining it up with her entrance.
“My beautiful Devil,” she murmurs before sinking down and allowing him to fill her to the hilt. He’s reaching spots within her that she never dreamed existed and she pauses, letting herself adjust to the stretch. Lucifer stays so still, not wanting to rush her or hurt her. She rolls her hips experimentally a moment later and Lucifer chokes on a moan as his body becomes alight with pleasure.
Chloe rises off him and lowers back down, and Lucifer meets her mid-thrust. The sound that escapes her is something she isn’t sure she’s ever heard before, and Lucifer thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever had grace his ears. It drives the both of them to start chasing their pleasure, together.
“Fuck, Chloe,” Lucifer whines as he sits up, wrapping his arms around Chloe and holding her close to him. She continues her even rhythm of coming off enough to just leave the head of his cock inside her, coming back down and circling her hips at the hilt, before repeating the pattern. Chloe increases her speed relentlessly, and just before she reaches the edge, Lucifer takes her legs and wraps them around his waist, reducing her ability to lead the situation. He kisses her deeply, pouring love and passion into it, while holding her hips down to keep her flush against him. He’s so deep, and the stretch is just shy of painful, but she loves it. She has longed for this, and it increases the heat in her body knowing that she finally has it. She has it for tonight. Chloe circles her hips and Lucifer groans, getting a hand between them to gently press his thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles.
“Come, darling. Come for me.” Lucifer commands, and she is helpless but to follow through. With a desperate gasp, her body locks again and a river of fluid escapes her as her body involuntary pushes itself off Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer keeps his thumb on her clit, rubbing softly to draw the pleasure out as long as she can handle before she pushes his hand away and collapses against him.
As she relaxes from her high, Lucifer presses a kiss to her lips and flips them again. Her back lays against the sheets and they’re smooth against her bare skin. Comfortable. Lucifer’s cock bobs against his belly, the head engorged and almost purple.
“Baby, you haven’t come yet, I’ve come twice,” Chloe whispers and reaches for him. His eyes widen at the pet name, but it makes his erection twitch, and Chloe notices. She smiles. He leans down to kiss her hard, inhaling her moan.
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With every breath that I am worth here on Earth, I’m sending all my love to you.
Lucifer kisses softly from Chloe’s plump lips to her immaculate jawline before trailing a line down her throat, stopping to nibble at the sensitive spot behind her ear. He licks the shell of her ear before whispering, “I told you, love, I want to come deep inside you.”
Chloe shivers at his words, her legs falling open around him even further. Lucifer leans up, resting one hand near her head and caresses her cheek with this other. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe. I want to remember this forever.”
His deep brown eyes bore into her sea blue ones and it’s truly like he’s trying to memorize her. To map every movement, every touch, every taste. The reverence in his eyes overwhelms Chloe and, as he grips his cock, lines up, and slowly pushes in, she feels the burn of tears behind her eyes. She blinks quickly, trying to make them go away. Lucifer, however, notices the effort and freezes.
“Chloe, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks frantically.
“Lucifer, with every breath that I am worth, I’m sending all my love with you. If you dare to second-guess me, you can rest assured that all my love’s for you.” Chloe whispers while gently touching his face and lips with her fingers.
“Chloe,” Lucifer breathes.
“Lucifer, please, make love to me.” Chloe runs her hands through his curls while he nods vehemently, pushing his cock into her until he can’t go any further. She sighs happily, embracing the fullness and his ability to hit even deeper in this angle. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him down closer to her as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, creating an easy rhythm where she meets his hips with every move.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she whispers, “Please be close to me, please.” He obliges, wrapping his arms around her, continuing his pace.
“You feel so good,” she moans, leaving sloppy kisses along his jaw and he sucks a bloom into her throat.
With her next orgasm already making her body feel like a live wire, she wants to bring Lucifer over the edge with her. “Fuck, Lucifer, harder please, harder.”
He kisses her deeply before rising and pulling out. She whines as he does so, feeling unreasonably empty without him inside her. She doesn’t have to wait long though because he reaches for her leg and positions it, so it is parallel with his body and drives back inside her with a force that takes her breath away.
“Y-yes, fuck Lucifer…” she groans, and his heavy panting joins her symphony created by their bodies combining rapidly.
By the time Lucifer brings his hand to Chloe’s clit, she’s ready to leap from the edge and scream to the universe in pleasure. She reaches her hands to his hair and pulls his face close to hers, her leg falling gracelessly to the bed, changing the angle.
“Come with me, please Lucifer, come with me.” Chloe practically begs and within seconds she’s flying off the edge, clenching hard around his cock with her back arching off the bed. Lucifer thrusts hard two more times and on the second thrust, remains deep inside her, spilling warm come through her and grunting.
“Lu-Lucifer, Lucifer,” Chloe says urgently, moving his face, so they’re nose to nose. “I love you. I love you.” She feels an overwhelming urge to tell him, right here and now, that she truly loves him. Because she does. She loves with everything she has and more.
“Chloe,” he breathes.
“Lucifer, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
Lucifer presses his lips to hers so deeply, as though he were trying to consume her or her him. After a moment he pulls away, slowly pulls out, and lays beside her. She presses her body flush against his, as close as two people can get and she looks deep into his eyes, memorizing the depths.
He kisses her before murmuring, “If I lose everything in the fire, I’m sending all my love to you.”