Running Scared

He steps and looks at her.

“Oh, you really do have a death wish, don’t you?” He moves closer, his body pinning her against the wall. He wouldn’t, would he? She looks at him, and right now, she is not so sure this was a good idea, but she won’t run now. This could just be a test.

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” She found her strength. Standing defiant, ready to fight back, knowing full well she won’t be able to win this fight.

“Oh, I could so easily kill you, Anais, so, so easily.” His fingers trail down her neck, his tongue licking across his lips. His face leans towards hers, his tongue gently gliding across her lips. Lucifer’s need for her is strong, he wants her right now, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to kill her. Why is that?

“Yet, I know you won’t. You’re not as bad as you make out.” His head snaps up to her words, his lips curli