A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
Minutes passed, the hum of the plane’s engines blending with the low lights and the lull of people settling in. Eventually, curiosity got the best of me.
I tilted my head up, letting my gaze wander over his face. His skin was smooth, his jawline sharp, almost regal.
I studied the faint lines around his mouth, the hint of softness there that seemed so out of place with the sternness he usually carried.
His pointed nose and soft, slightly parted pink lips caught my attention. His features were striking, almost ethereal, even in the dim light.
The closer I looked, the more I noticed the small, subtle details—a faint shadow where his eyelashes met his cheeks, the way his chest rose and fell steadily beneath me, his grip loosening slightly as he drifted deeper into relaxation.
My hand moved without thinking, reaching up to brush lightly against his cheek. I traced the curve of his jaw, letting my fingers drift to his nose, then down to his lips.
The warmth of his skin sent a faint tingle through my fingers, the reality of touching him making my heart beat just a little faster.
I hadn’t expected him to notice, but his eyes flickered open, that familiar glint of amusement lighting up his gaze. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth, spreading into something wider, more mischievous. I pulled my hand back, cheeks heating up under his gaze.
“You like me, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, his smile widening as he continued, “It’s in your eyes.”
The blush on my cheeks intensified, spreading warmth through me in a way that made it impossible to hide my embarrassment.
I swallowed, trying to look away, but his gaze held mine, the amusement in his eyes deepening.
His hand moved to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, the gesture so tender that it took me by surprise.
He looked down at me, his gaze softening in a way that I’d rarely seen, as if he could see right through the walls I’d tried to keep up. For a moment, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet there was a warmth in his gaze that made me feel safe.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “do you want to kiss me?”
Those words lingered in the air. He didn’t look away, his hand moving down to brush against my cheek, his touch as light as a feather.
I felt myself leaning into him, letting the warmth of his touch melt away my nerves, my head resting back against his chest as I closed my eyes.
His fingers moved slowly, tracing gentle circles against my shoulder, lulling me into a state of calm that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I nod without thinking and his next words left me surprise ” I can’t live with kisses anymore ” I meet his gaze, he look so serious ” don’t you think it’s time?” He lean close ” let me bury myself in you” his hands move to my waist, make me sit on him, I look at him, a gasp left my mouth when his both hands grab my arse
” Let me make you my woman”
LUCIEN EXHALE
Sitting down in the quiet corner of the airport lounge, I closed my eyes, pressing my back into the cold leather of the seat.
The noise and chaos of travel faded around me, drowned out by my own thoughts—a storm I’d been silently battling for weeks now. I didn’t want to think about her. I didn’t want to feel what I felt. But Selene lingered in my mind, an unshakable presence.
Selene belongs to Lucifer. That was the unbreakable rule. It had been the truth from the moment she arrived. No one, not a single soul, could take her from him.
The thought should have been enough to kill whatever foolish feelings had been stirring in me. And yet… the image of her face wouldn’t leave me. The way she looked at me sometimes—soft, almost curious—only seemed to make it worse.
I swallowed, the memory of her lips brushing against mine flashing back, a reminder of the closeness I had no right to crave. She had kissed me, however brief it had been. Her face, her lips… it was too vivid in my mind, the touch of her too real.
That one, fleeting moment had stirred emotions in me I had no right to feel, emotions I didn’t want to have. Complicated feelings that twisted me up inside, feelings I’d spent so long trying to bury.
And I hated it. Hated that she’d done this to me with just a look, a touch, a simple, stolen kiss. She was under Lucifer’s protection, and what was I?
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
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