Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 54

Lucifer had lost all trust in her following her deception from the previous day. Her wrists and legs were

shackled so she couldn't move them even a fraction. She lied on the comfortable bed with a blanket on

top of her and her sore eyes sealed on the ceiling. It looked like she did not have anything else to look

at. She attempted to free herself from the shackles that bound her arms and legs, but it only resulted in

more agony. Her hands were completely immobile because of the excruciating agony.

Lucifer was seated on a leather chair next to the bed in the demon's lair. He was dressed in his typical

cold exposure and had a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. His gaze was fixed on

August, who gave him a response of his stare. He placed the poison rolled in paper in between his

bottom and upper lips and took a long puff for the last time as the cigarette reached its end. As he

exhaled the poisonous gas, it filled the room with a thick, smoky stench.

He stood up and sat beside her, his hands caressed and skimmed every inch of her flesh as he rubbed

them against her warm and soft cheeks.

August's body was becoming warmer as the rising temperature caused by her anxiety and dread

increased. Although her facial expression did not convey fear or anxiety, her heart was pounding

rapidly and her breathing was becoming increasingly labored as time passed.

She did miss human contact after lying on the bed for a few hours or let's say a few days. It seemed as

though she was at ease when Lucifer's rough fingers caressed her face. Did she enjoy it? Even though

she could never appreciate the touch of her tormentor, loneliness had made her want for the warmth of

human touch, until it was replaced with something cold and harsh. She glanced at him, terrified of what

might happen to her.

He was holding a kitchen knife to her cheeks and dragging it down to her collar bones. Her breath

came to a halt in her throat, and she let out a hoarse gasp.

She stared at him again, her lips trembling from the terror and anguish he induced by running the tip of

the knife over her lips and drawing blood.

A split second later, a considerable amount of blood was gushing from her lips, staining her white mid-

knee dress. She saw Lucifer's horrifying and dreadful wicked smile as if he was enjoying seeing her

blood oozing out of her, but she also saw something else in his eyes.

Lust.

She closed her eyes and prayed silently that he would not do what she was thinking he might. Despite

the excruciating agony on her lips, Lucifer did nothing to ease it. Her struggle was all he could focus on

while he sat there. When he pulled the cover from her, his eyes darkened; the mid-knee dress had

ridden above her knees, exposing her creamy soft thighs, yet he felt a strong attraction to her after

seeing her blood-stained chest and gushing lips.

August felt him grasping her thighs, she hissed in pain. But she didn't move. It was happening, the

thing she feared the most, but she told herself not to move no matter what he does. Lucifer was

intrigued. It had taken him almost a year to reach that point, the point where he could finally feel himself

in her. She was bound to the bed, and he seized her by the wrists and put the knife on the bedstand,

capturing her lips in his own. When he noticed the thin material, she was wearing, he tore it in one go

with his hands. Her lips parted in a horrified gasp when she realized what he'd done. She wasn't

wearing a bra underneath her dress; all she had on was a white, thin panty to hide what little dignity Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

she still had left. Although she wanted to cover herself with a blanket, or at least her hands, she

couldn't due to her hands being tied, so she opted not to make any moves while she was lying there.

His hands were resting on her bare stomach, clutching her soft skin tightly which left some ugly bruises

on her stomach and waist.

Lucifer's focus was diverted by the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing from her. He was

enamored with her and wanted more of her. He longed to feel her hands on his back when he would

finally push himself in her. She was pure and untouched. But that was what made him want her even

more. He treasured her purity, and he would not allow any guy to get near her, much alone touch her in

any way.

His kisses traveled down to her neck, and his hands reached the barrier preventing her hands from

reaching him. He desired her touch. He brought her hand closer to his lips after unfastening it, kissing

the back of her palms softly. He pressed her hands against his rock-hard chest and looked her in the

eyes. His breathing was rapid, but not because he was weary. For him, the atmosphere was heating

up.

Surprisingly, August laid there doing nothing but staring into his eyes. When he moved her hand all

over his body, letting out a low grunt, she didn't protest.

He crouched down to her, his lips inches from hers. Lucifer ascertained her emerald green eyes, his

arctic ones melting under hers. When he switched his gaze back on her, the tingling sensation surged

throughout her body. August kept her eyes closed and attempted to resist his kiss; only to have utterly

failed. Lowering himself on her, his lips brushed against her lower lip, and she heard his breath hitch.

His entire body quivered, and the sensation of her body under him as his arms curled around her in a

whirlwind of sexual tension seemed to be unbearable. He pulled her in, reclaiming her mouth, ravenous

and fierce. He was staring into her eyes, in that instant, she forgot that he was her tormentor. She

shuddered as he parted her lips and deepened the kiss, she felt little sparks of terror go through her.

For him, the world seemed to have come to a halt. It was incredible. Magical. It was as if a single kiss

had sucked the life from him.

August had never been kissed before, and she had never experienced a man's true touch and kiss.

That was something else altogether. She never discovered how different Lucifer's kiss might feel if he

were ever gentle with her. His kiss was full of passion.

Countless gasps escaped her lips every time Lucifer broke the kiss, only to capture her lower lip with

his teeth and gently bite it. As he ravished her mouth and pushed himself against her tiny frame, his

hands went up to the side of her face and held her in place.

What is happening to me?

August questioned herself.

It was unusual for her to feel Lucifer's kiss. Perhaps because that was the one time, he kissed her as

though he meant to kiss her.

Lost. Frightened. Stunned. Damaged.

Her mind was filled with complicated emotions. She had to resist it. She had to put an end to it. Lucifer

was engrossed in the kiss. He was perplexed. He had previously been gentle with her, but nothing

could compare to the tenderness of this kiss. He wished to call her by name. He demanded that she

say his name. He wanted her to feel the same way he did.

Pleasure.

He was engrossed and weak because of the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. Is it true

that he fell in love with her? Is he in love with a maid? His questions perplexed his thoughts, but his

consciousness had not yet returned to allow him to break through the session and ponder about it. He

never imagined he'd be able to love someone, let alone a girl like August, who was the opposite of him.

So pure. So innocent.

He was a raging purgatory beast, whilst she was a celestial angel. He was so absorbed in the feeling of

her that he didn't notice the oozing blood gliding down his back, soaking his white shirt. Warmblood

pouring from the joint of his shoulder and arm, splattering all over his clothing and bedsheets.

He didn't realize he was in agony until he was pushed back into the bed. His gaze was fixed on the

ceiling, the same ceiling that August had been looking at not long ago. Now, he feels. Now, he knows.

What it's like to look at a blank slate. What it's like to see one's own life being swept away. What it's like

to lay immobile with no muscles moving.

And so, he saw her depart. When he saw her sprint to the door, attempting to unlock it. He noticed her

little figure, terrified and trembling from the dread and cold of the night. When the lock failed to open, he

faintly heard her terrified voice, but luckily for her, she managed to open it and step outside.

She turned back to glimpse him one final time, and then she was gone as if her arrival had been a brief

presence, and now was the time for her to depart. And she did just that.

His head fell back on the bed, pressing more onto it. A faint smile appeared on his face, barely visible.

This was it. He had lost her forever. She had gone away forever.

She is mine. I love her.

I love you, August.

Lucifer's eyes remained fixed on the blank ceiling. He felt her close to him in that way. His face twitched

again, and his lips moved as if he was attempting to utter something, even if it was only one six-letter

word.

"August."

The End

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Author's note:

Hello everyone! It feels so good to be back again! I am so glad I kept my word and I wrote an entire

new chapter within just TWO DAYS!

And please do not kill me for ending this book without any notice! I feel like this was it, I could not think

of any better ending than this!

However, I need opinion from you guys.

Should I make book two? Please vote yes/no in the comment section! My decision will depend on how

much positive or negative response I get.

Thank you so much for being patient with me for all these years. I'm seriously really thankful and

grateful of y'all. I hope all of you have loved my story so far and I'm nervous...thinking if I have upsetted

any of you.