Luna straddled him on the crescent throne, her thighs gripping his hips, her pussy still slick and pulsing from their earlier climax. Her storm-dark hair clung to her sweat-damp skin, and her eyes, sharp with mischief and hunger, locked onto his. Lucifer's hands rested on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his cock already hardening again beneath her, stirred by the heat of her body and the raw need in her gaze.
"You're insatiable," Luna said, her voice a husky purr, her lips curling into a teasing smile as she shifted in his lap. Her pussy brushed against his cock, the wet heat of her folds sending a jolt through him, making him groan low in his throat. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her open jacket. "Ready to go again, or are you already spent, my lord?"
