Chapter 223: "That was… intense."*
The room pulsed with the afterglow of their intimacy, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and desire. Lucifer's chest rose and fell as he held Ella close, her body pressed against his, their breaths mingling in the dim crimson light cast by the sigil on his chest. The furs beneath them were soft, a stark contrast to the hard stone walls of the Vampire Realm's castle, but neither of them noticed the surroundings anymore. It was just them—skin to skin, hearts racing, the fire between them far from extinguished.
Ella's fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, her nails grazing the glowing sigil, sending a faint shiver through him. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing his jaw, and whispered, "You said we're not done."
Lucifer's eyes glinted, red and gold swirling with a hunger that hadn't faded. "Oh, we're nowhere near done," he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He shifted, rolling her onto her back in one smooth motion, his body looming over hers. The way he moved was predatory, graceful, like an anime character stepping straight out of a high-stakes battle scene, only now his focus was entirely on her.
Ella's breath hitched, her thighs parting instinctively as he settled between them. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her inner thigh, already stiff again. "Fuck, you're insatiable," she teased, but her voice was thick with want, her body arching slightly to meet him.
"Says the one who's dripping for me," he shot back, his lips curling into a smirk as he slid a hand down her stomach, fingers brushing over her slick folds. She gasped, her hips bucking at the contact, and he chuckled, low and dark. "Look at you. So fucking ready."
He didn't wait for a response. Lucifer lined himself up, the tip of his cock nudging against her entrance, teasing her with slow, deliberate pressure. Ella's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in as she whispered, "Don't tease me, Lucifer. Just fuck me."
The words were like a spark to dry tinder. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her in one smooth motion. Ella cried out, her head tilting back, her body arching off the furs as pleasure shot through her. Lucifer groaned, the tight heat of her pussy gripping him like a vice, pulling him deeper. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the way she felt around him, the way her walls fluttered against his cock.
"Fuck, Ella," he growled, his voice raw. "You feel so goddamn good."
He started moving, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies—skin slapping against skin, her soft moans, his low grunts. Ella's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go harder. He obliged, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made the bed creak beneath them.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking as she clawed at his back. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Lucifer's eyes darkened, a primal edge to them as he grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle. He slammed into her, each thrust deeper, rougher, the kind of raw, unfiltered fucking that left no room for thought. Ella's moans turned to cries, her body trembling as he hit that perfect spot inside her, over and over, driving her toward the edge.
But he wasn't content to stay in one position. With a swift motion, he pulled out, ignoring her frustrated whine, and flipped her onto her stomach. "On your knees," he said, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down her spine. Ella obeyed, her ass in the air, her hands gripping the furs as she looked back at him, her eyes glinting with defiance and desire.
"Like this?" she teased, wiggling her hips slightly.
Lucifer's hand came down on her ass, a sharp smack that made her gasp, the sting blending with pleasure. "Exactly like that," he growled, gripping her hips as he lined himself up again. He thrust into her from behind, the new angle making her moan louder, her body rocking forward with each powerful stroke. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed in the room, raw and rhythmic, like a scene straight out of an anime where the intensity builds to a fever pitch.
"Fuck, you're so tight like this," he groaned, his hands digging into her hips, leaving faint marks on her skin. "You love this, don't you? Me fucking you raw."
"Yes," Ella gasped, her voice muffled against the furs as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "God, yes, don't stop."
He didn't. He fucked her harder, deeper, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her. Her fingers clawed at the furs, her moans turning to desperate cries as she felt herself spiraling toward another orgasm. Lucifer leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Cum for me, Ella. Let me feel it."
His words pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her, a white-hot explosion that left her trembling and breathless. Lucifer groaned, the tight grip of her walls pulling him closer to his own release, but he wasn't done yet.
He pulled out again, flipping her onto her back with an ease that made her heart race. "One more," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to see your face when you cum again."
Ella's legs were still shaking, but she nodded, her eyes locked on his as he spread her thighs wide. This time, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, the position letting him go even deeper. He thrust into her, slow and deliberate at first, watching her face, savoring every gasp, every moan. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice soft but intense. "All mine."
"Yours," she whispered, her hands reaching for him, pulling him down for a messy, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled as he fucked her, the rhythm building again, faster, harder, until they were both lost in it. The sigil on his chest glowed brighter, pulsing in time with their movements, like it was feeding off their passion.
Ella's hands roamed his back, her nails leaving faint red trails as she urged him on. "Fuck, Lucifer, I'm so close," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Don't stop, please."
"Never," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her cry out. The combination of his cock and his fingers was too much, and she came again, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Lucifer followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips. The warmth of his release filled her, and she moaned softly, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. They stayed like that for a moment, locked together, their breaths ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, Lucifer eased her legs down, collapsing beside her on the furs. He pulled her close, her head resting on his chest, the sigil's glow fading to a soft pulse. Ella's fingers traced it lazily, her body still buzzing with aftershocks. "Fuck," she whispered, a tired but satisfied smile on her lips. "That was… intense."
Lucifer chuckled, his voice hoarse. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
She tilted her head up, meeting his eyes. "Oh, I think I do."
They lay there in silence for a while, the castle's hum a faint backdrop to their breathing. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just them, tangled in each other, the fire between them smoldering, ready to ignite again.