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before she peaked.
    “Luke,” she pleaded. “P—please.” Her voice shook, the sound needy to her own ears.
    He lifted, his eyes twinkling, and for the first time, in a long time, he grinned. “Please what?”
    She gasped as she cupped his face, the tiny dimple that she rarely saw now winking at her. It was adorable, and it softened the harsh features of her brooding husband.
    “What is it?” His forehead wrinkled when he frowned, and the dimple disappeared instantly.
    “I haven’t seen you grin in a long time. It was—” she searched for the right word, “cute.”
    His brows snapped together. “Cute?”
    She nudged his head, her own lips curving into a small smile. “Yes, cute. Now get back to what you were doing and finish what you started.”
     
    Lucifer frowned down into the face of his smiling wife. She was teasing him. It had been so long since she’d teased him, probably as long as it had been since he’d grinned, or smiled, or showed any emotion akin to laughter.
    She’d always hated that about him, his seriousness, his brooding nature, his stoic personality. It was only when he was with her that he ever truly let go and allowed himself to live in the moment and just feel, but it was difficult. She didn’t understand that he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was the balance to good, the tormenter of all that was evil. He saw every sin of every soul that entered his kingdom, and over time it had begun to wear on him. If he was serious all the time, it was because what he did—binding wicked souls to Hell forever left little to smile about.
    “Stop it!”
    Lilith’s harsh command drew his attention to her face.
    “A moment ago you were smiling, but now you’ve slipped into your dark thoughts. And that frown that seems permanently fixed on your face is back.” She sighed, and it was weary, as if she was at the end of her rope. He’d seen her like this once before, right before she’d left him. “J—just make love to me. For once just lose yourself in the moment and make love to me.”
    There was a wealth of feeling behind her words, and he sensed her frustration.  In that instant he knew his next actions would seal his fate. He was driven by so many questions, the need to know why’d she’d come back, why she still desired his touch when he knew she despised him. So many questions and doubts swirled inside him, but he knew if he voiced them, he would shatter this moment between them, and he would lose her. She would withdraw from him and hide deep within that place where he couldn’t touch her—not her emotions, and not her heart.
    Their eyes met and something inside him shifted at what she revealed in her gaze. He began to understand then why she’d left him. He’d always been consumed by his duty, but he’d eventually lost himself to it, and forgotten about his wife, about Lilith and her needs. He’d forgotten how to be her husband.
    He shoved his hand into her hair, drawing her to him as he dipped his head to capture her lips. He was determined to prove to her that although he’d neglected her, he would never do it again. He knew exactly how to please her, how to give her what she needed, what she wanted.
    He shuddered against her at the first brush of her mouth against his, and she openly yielded beneath him, her lips parting to allow him access. Sweeping inside her mouth, his tongue duelled with hers, tasting her. She gave herself completely to him, her arms encircling his back, her thighs falling apart to welcome him between them as her ankles clasped around his hips.
    Blood rushed to his cock, her heat grazing the tip as he pushed against her wet slit, letting the warmth of her sheath slowly envelop him. He groaned into her mouth, swallowing up her own moan as he took his time feeding her his massive length, his thick girth stretching her.
    The snug fit of her tunnel had him slowly easing into her warm pussy. He was surprised by how tight she was around