Lucifer’s POVSam’s words were still burning through me. “I want you. Please let me have you.”I had been with others before. Many. Bodies, touches, sweat, the grind of need, I knew all of it. But never like this. Never with someone whose broken voice made my chest ache, never with someone I wanted to both protect and consume at the same time.And fuck, the way he looked at me, eyes wet, lips trembling, I swore I’d burn the world to ash if it meant he never cried again.I led him to the bed, my hand firm on his wrist, careful not to press too hard where he’d cut himself . I'd healed it but it was still not perfect. His skin was still warm, fragile under my touch, and I wanted to cradle it, kiss it, own it. He sat down first, his breath uneven, and I caged him in by standing between his legs.“You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, already rough with the weight of my need.“Yes.” His whisper carried no hesitation this time. “I need you.”That was all I needed.I bent down, pressing my li
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