The Third Throne: Angel of Darkness by Tabitha Barret Page A

her jump, but then more aggressively, which made her lean in for more.  He noticed that she too was trembling; he’d thought it was his body moving hers.  He thrust his tongue into her mouth and nearly came like a teenager.  Her mouth was pure heat and desire.  She gave no resistance to him and moved along with him, enticing him further.  He realized that her hand was still on his chest and not moving over his body as everyone else did.  Once Lucifer kissed someone, they were his and they complied.  They were fearful of him and did what he wanted, pretending to enjoy it.  Yet she stayed close to him, touching his chest, but nothing more.  He needed to remedy the situation.  He wanted her hands on him.
    A rough hand came down on her shoulder and forced her down to her knees, as their kiss was broken.
    On to the main event , Michelle thought, swallowing roughly.
    Lucifer’s face showed the most emotion to date as he watched her with wide eyes and lips parted in a pant.  He looked younger; all his stress lines were gone.  He practically glowed.
    “You will please me now,” Lucifer hissed while holding her in place on her knees.  He didn’t take his eyes off her for fear that she was a dream.  One of his best dreams by far, but he wanted reality, not a dream.  His body was humming and needed her touch.
    Michelle had been on fire, not the typical kind of fire, but the good kind.  Who knew such a thing existed?  She had been afraid when Lucifer first touched her, but when he trailed his hand down her cleavage, something opened up inside of her.  Pure desire filled her and she gained strength from it.  When he kissed her, she embraced the kiss and rejoiced in the passion that it invoked.  In the beginning, his lips were bruising, but she enjoyed it.  Her knees gave out when his tongue rubbed against hers.  Thankfully, he had a good grip on her arm.  She was surprised to hear herself moaning.  She never thought she would want Lucifer to touch her, but when his hand was on her breast, she could feel her core coming to life.  She’d never known want before, not like this.  Everything that came before this was merely girlish curiosity.  This was the real thing.  She felt hot liquid rush through her core and down her leg.  She should have been embarrassed, but she wanted more.  She was too warm and achy between her legs and thought about what it would be like for him to move his hands down to the other slit in her dress, the one she no longer considered ridiculous.  Then his hand had pushed her down to her knees and passion was quickly replaced by terror, afraid that Lucifer would force himself on her.
    Michelle’s breath caught in her throat.  She looked straight ahead to his leather pants and saw the huge bulge practically ripping through the leather.
    Oh…dear…Lord.  He’s enormous , she thought to herself.
    Her lust-filled bravery was gone and her nervousness returned.  She’d never even seen a naked man before, nor had she ever touched one. Her fear tripled when she thought she might do something wrong and enrage him.  She had no idea what she was expected to do, take him in her hand or her mouth.  She wasn’t sure that he would fit in either.
    Lucifer became impatient and pulled at his pants while still holding her shoulder.  His grip tightened as he made his way through the button and zipper.  There were no other layers to Michelle’s dismay.  His large full erection sprang forward and practically hit her in the face.
    She took a second to gaze upon Lucifer, in all his glory, and was startlingly in awe.  It was nothing like she’d imaged when she pictured CJ or any of the other boys.  Certainly not like the health videos and diagrams from class.  Lucifer was a man, and it showed.  She wasn’t quite sure where to start first.
    Lucifer’s growl was her only warning.  There would be consequences soon, she realized.  She took a breath and reached out tentatively to brush her