He had intended on composing himself. Regaining some measure of control of himself. Take back control of the situation and be the one making the moves rather than responding to them. But all of his intentions went out the window the second that Chloe, now sans clothes, strode towards him. His mind didn't go blank, that would have been a mercy, instead it darted off into a thousand different directions leaving him quite incapable of lending voice to any of the normal remarks he would have made. Every step closer that she took was torture, pleasure, pain, and ecstasy for he knew that he couldn't move even if his life depended on it. Sitting on the edge of the bed his head was level with Chloe's breasts, close enough to see every stretch mark. Most likely from her pregnancy, but that didn't bother Lucifer even in the slightest. The stretch marks were wonderful, perfect, and everything that he loved about her. She was so human and that frailty mixed with her natural powerful presence was a combination that Lucifer couldn't exist.

Chloe leaned down and pressed her lips to his, her tongue tracing the line of his lips even as she felt his hands encircle her hips and pull her ever closer to his body, which was painfully ready for her. One hand ran along the edge of his jaw, reveling in his defined jawline, and the other entangled itself in his hair even as she pushed him back onto the bed. Just like before, she began to straddle his hips. But this time a low growl ripped from Lucifer's throat and, with a surprising display of strength and gentleness, flipped them over so that his hands were on either side of her head. He leaned down and kissed her again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Having gained some control on his thoughts, he managed to drive them in the general direction of giving Chloe every ounce of pleasure that he was able to. He broke off their kiss and nuzzled her underneath her chin, kissing the hollow of her throat even as one hand began to drift down her side. He didn't hurry his hand's journey by any means, often retracting progress down her form even as he began to kiss his way down to her breasts.

Impatient, very impatient, Chloe wiggled underneath Lucifer and attempted to hurry along the process though, and she would never admit it, she was immensely enjoying his thoroughness. Clearly expecting this, Lucifer captured both of her wrists with his free hand and firmly held them above her head. His eyes glimmering with a devilish light, he stared up at her from where his face had ended up, next to her breasts. "Now, now, Chloe," he chided, kissing the flesh just above her nipple. "All things come in good time, and I sincerely intend to ensure you are one of them. Eventually." The last word was said with such relish, such wicked glee, that Chloe couldn't help the slightest of moans to escape her.

Taking this as a good sign, Lucifer's hand continued its trek down Chloe's body. He paused mid-thigh and trailed his fingers across her leg and began to skate them up her inner thigh. Simultaneously, with no warning, he took one of her breasts in his mouth and bit down on her nipple. His experience was at work here, applying just enough pressure for Chloe to gasp out in pain and pleasure, but without breaking skin or causing unreasonable pain. This was, after all, not a race. He pulled and teased her tit with his tongue and teeth in equal amounts, enjoying how she wiggled beneath him and whimpered with pleasure. His hand, which had been tracing small designs on her inner thigh right below her womanhood, traveled upwards once more and danced over the opening to her body. With a wet sound, Lucifer released Chloe's breast from his mouth and moved up to kiss her once more. He hands were still firmly affixed above her head, but she had ceased struggling as her body began to tremble slightly from his attentiveness.

Restrained as she was, and being forced to endure every single bout of pleasure that Lucifer lavished upon her without the ability to do anything, not touch, not see, not control, nothing, Chloe was ready to believe that he really was the devil. Her own personal devil sent to corrupt and pleasure her. And you are perfectly fine with it, her monster told her slyly. She could not argue. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, and abruptly ended the kiss. She was about to protest, to bring her mouth to his, but at that moment Lucifer's finger entered inside her. It wasn't fast, like most guys preferred when she was with them, it was slow. She moaned louder now as his finger thrust deeply into her vagina, stroking gently against her g-spot even as he bent down and kissed her neck gently once more. His single finger stroked in and out of her, intermittently drawing all the way out to rub her clitoris. Now, unable to bear this teasing any longer, Chloe wiggled free of Lucifer's restraining hands and grabbed his jaw with both hands, kissing him roughly, whimpering and moaning against him as he slid a second finger inside her even as she kissed him. His pace grew even faster as he fingered her, and already she could feel her lower body beginning to clench and tighten as an orgasm began to build within her. She pulled him back down onto the bed, her nails now digging into his back as he began to slow down, quicken, and even briefly pause with his fingers. "More," she breathed, her eyes wild and hungry. "Give it to me,"

"Patience, Chloe," Lucifer said, kissing her again as he picked up the pace. He, too, could feel her body beginning to tighten. He broke free of the kiss and bit down on the flesh of her neck even as he felt the orgasm begin. He bit down a bit harder than he had intended, caused by Chloe's sudden back arch, and kissed the place he had bit. Her vagina tightened around his fingers and Lucifer began to tug at her earlobe with his teeth even as he began to thrust three fingers inside of her, doing everything in his power to prolong her orgasm.

You didn't think I had forgotten about this, did you? Perish the thought. Rememeber: #SaveLucifer