Amelia POV

I leaned in closer to his war, my lips brushing it.

“What if I don't want you to stop?”

I whispered, the words leaving my lips before I could stop them.

I didn't know what was going through me, but I knew I wanted Lucifer and I wanted all of him.

“Really?” he whispered… his voice seemed to heighten my desires even more.

Before I could even give a second thought, my hands found his chest already, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, yanking him toward me ...