Page 67 of Hunted By Fear

I’m not sure I could speak even if I wanted to; my mouth suddenly goes dry. I lick my lips before catching my bottom one between my teeth and nodding.

His eyes dart down to watch the movement before shooting back up to meet my gaze, and I watch the white of his eyes begin to bleed black.

The same pins and needles sensation starts in my hand. It still has a ticklish feeling, but it’s not nearly as bad, and I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips.

I hear something hit the ground with a tink, and Lucifer scoops it up, holding up a piece of glass for me to see.

“Damn.” Yeah, walking on broken glass might not have been my best idea, but to be fair, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.

“Maybe next time don’t make me walk on broken glass to get to you,” I say in an attempt to lighten the mood. It only takes me a second to see I succeeded in doing the exact opposite when his nostrils flare and his grip on my hand tightens. He’s not holding me hard enough to hurt, yet.

“I didn’t intend for you to see the monster. I’m not sure how you got stuck with me. I’m sorry.”

“What? You're not a monster; you're beautiful.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think better of them.

He chuckles, the sound deep and rough, and it feels as if it reaches out and wraps me up in its warmth.

How can he see a monster when I feel like I’m looking at a god?

I’m not sure who leans in, him or me, or maybe it’s both of us, but suddenly we’re much closer and the air feels thin.

I wasn’t lying; Lucifer is beautiful, from head to toe, but not the same as models on Earth. His is a tragic beauty that breaks my heart to look at. He’s pale where you can actually see his skin; most of it is darkened, the same color as the armor that seems to be built into him and his muscles… I’m not sure what kind of work the devil does to have a physique like that, but I’m grateful for it. His hair is dark, just like his eyes, a stark difference from his skin, but it only adds to his appeal. His wings ruffle behind him, catching my attention. Fuck, I want to touch them so bad.

Unlike the guys, his are still feathered, a lot like Ruin’s, but instead of the shocking pure white, Lucifer’s are black.

His eyes are so sad as he looks at me that I can’t help reaching out for him. My hand cups his cheek, rubbing over his high cheekbone. I watch in amazement as his eyes fall closed and he sinks into my touch.

He said he’d never hugged someone; I bet that means he’s never really had much contact.

How lonely.

I move as if in a trance, leaning in until my lips brush ever so lightly against his, hardly more than a brush of skin, but it makes me dizzy all the same. His eyes fly open, and I see the shock, feel it echo in myself. What the hell am I doing?

I jerk back, moving back on the bed to give him and myself space, because my brain is clearly not firing on all cylinders right now.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” His eyes don’t leave mine as I watch him, waiting for him to yell at me or storm out to get Bast at the very least. Instead, he remains where he is, as if unable to move.

I dart my tongue out to lick my lips, telling myself it’s because they feel dry, but the second I taste him, I know it’s a lie, and I can’t fight the soft moan that his flavor pulls from me.

I didn’t know someone could taste so good.

He tastes like burnt marshmallows over a fire, warm and gooey and mine.

Of course he doesn’t miss that, his eyes tracking the movement of my tongue before finally, after what feels like ages, he moves.

Only to do anything but what I thought he would. Instead of leaving or telling me off, he stands. His wings ruffle behind him, and I want to look at them, but I can’t make myself look away from his eyes as he crawls his way across the bed to me, where I sit frozen like a deer in headlights.

I was cold a few minutes ago, but now I feel like I might overheat as he moves over me.

“I-I…” Words don’t come out, and that’s just as well because I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.

He hovers above me, my neck craned back as I stare up at him, gaping like a fish out of water. He’s huge; all the guys are compared to me, but right now, with him looking down at me like this, I really feel it.

The whites of his eyes once again bleed black, making it impossible to tell the iris from the rest of his normally black eye as he stares down at me, his eyes flicking from my eyes down to my lips, and I nearly choke on my next breath.

There’s no way… right?

Before I can think or say anything, he leans forward, closing the small gap between us.