When I wake up, I feel like I have been hit with a hammer on the head. It is throbbing like I have had too much to drink. Is this what happened? That is the last thing I remember, being at the masquerade ball and now here, back in the bedroom where I was getting ready at with Lilith.

I sit up in bed, but my body feels wilted, like I just had all energy drained out of me. As I examine my limbs, I notice I have some kind of bandage on my finger; its wet and gooey. At closer inspection I notice it is a leaf. But why do I have a leaf on my finger?

Rather clumsily I begin to peel the sticky nature off, but the sound of a creaking door and heavy footsteps cause me to pause and look up.

Damien is standing in the doorway. His hair is tussled in all the wrong directions and he looks impatient as I watch his chest move more noticeably.

"What happened?" I try asking but my voice sounds raspy.

"Your Nina tried to poison you with her snake," he sounds apologetic. His eyes guise sympathetically towards me as he sits down beside me on the bed.

He takes my hand in his and delicately unravels my finger. I stare at it surprised. There is nothing there, not a single mark. Then it strikes my brain fog to realisation.

"How long ago was the ball?"

I look at Damien begging him with my eyes to not tell me what I think he is about to say.

"A few days, it's a Wednesday afternoon."

Fuck! It can't have been this long!

Restlessly, I push the covers from my body and stand to my feet, but I get a sudden spell of faintness. Damien holds my limp body up and sits me down onto the squishy bed I was just in.

"Here, drink this," he orders holding up a small wooden bowl. There are flowers and some kind of herbs in it and the water is a beautiful shade of pink.

"What is it?"

"A healing elixir, I had Lilith make it for you."

Anxiously, with my unsteady hands I take the bowl. Without wanting to smell it I take a sip. Much to my surprise it doesn't taste like anything, so I take another sip. Within seconds I feel a source of an electrifying liquid running through my veins. It makes me feel better and I wonder how that works, is it some witchy work? Perhaps, but Lilith isn't a witch, is she?

Once I finish consuming the elixir down my body Damien takes the bowl out of my hands and puts it back onto the nightstand.

He sits beside me and cups my face. His well-known warmth causes me to press my cheek into his palm. I close my eyes. His touch is my home. His body a temple for me to run to when I need him to protect me. He is and always will be my unholy love.

"I'm sorry," he whispers as I press my face into his chest. It feels like only yesterday I was engulfing myself with his bodily scent.

"Don't apologise, it isn't your fault."

"I should have taken greater precautions," he states. "I promise that once we find her, I won't let her slip away, I will have her tortured in the most unimaginable ways."

"Don't," I squeeze my arms around him. "Let's not talk about torture please, I don't think my stomach can handle that."

He grunts against my hair and I know he is still thinking about it. I pull away and stand in front of the bed this time not feeling dizzy. I glare down at the handsome Devil below me.

"I don't want you to torture her," I tell him.

"Annabelle, she tried to kill you, you can't expect me not to do nothing about it."

"She doesn't deserve endless torture," I say calmly feeling revolted by his thoughts.

His jaw begins to quiver as he silently thinks to himself and stands to his feet. I watch him blink his eyes at me with desperate need to release his anger.

Trying to come up with ideas of what he may be thinking right now worries me. I understand he has a need for this, but I don't. I am directly impacted by this situation, I am bound to have a say in it.

But the sad truth is that I know she should be tortured. She is a demon that has crossed clearly written boundaries. She has crossed the Dark Lord. It would be hypocritical of me to not want this now and later, when the moment arrives, want her dead.

"I'll do as you wish then," he finally says to me, but I can tell the anger is not gone from his face.

I inch a few steps closer to him, his body heat now radiating through my comfort bubble. Looking deep into his eyes I can't resist but kiss him. Our lips grazing against each-other just like it always has. Savouring one another until he props us onto the bed, pushing me onto my front so that I am laying straight on my stomach, my legs dangling off the bed.

Gently he pushes my hair to one side and smells my skin making a gratifying sound before he begins placing gentle pecks on the back on my neck. Following my hair line down my spine as he tears his way through my shirt, continuing the spine heating kisses.

Slowly, he peels me out of my panties smacking both ass cheeks with full force causing me to whimper in pain. The sting resonates down to my groin making me pant and wanting more already.

In a moment where I think I learned his routine, that he is going to be gentle, I hear him spit and smear it all over my entrance, before he thrusts without warning. I scream in antagonising pleasure.

With his hand he pulls my head back stretching my neck and covers my mouth with his palm, muffling my screams.

Suddenly, it feels like all I can hear is the muffled groans coming out from his mouth and my rushed heartbeat pumping fiery thick blood through my veins.

I try to moan as I tighten myself around him from his rushed speed, but nothing comes out. I am helpless and under his command, Oh, but how I am enjoying this!

The wetness is just increasing with each one of his thrusts so much so that I feel it dripping down my inner thighs.

As his moans increase, I attempt to peel his palm away from my mouth, only to fail. He then leans over me, almost pressing his weight onto my body, yet still keeping up a rhythm with pounding into me. He presses his mouth to my ear amplifying his moans. His warm breath prickling my skin.

"Don't scream," he utters letting my mouth moan freely.

Instantly, he pulls away and places his hands around my hips; his thumbs fit perfectly in my back dimples.

His nails dig into my flesh as he pulls me back against him over and over in a riling tempo. Hard, slow slams which are enough to push both of us over the edge, climaxing into each other as I shove my face into the bed sheets.

Still panting, we press our sweating bodies towards one another. Oh, my! Even his sweat smells like cinnamon how have I never taken particular notice of this before? I giggle to myself at the very thought.

"What are you chirping about?" asks Damien kissing the top of my head.

"Nothing specifically," I chirp and suddenly my face falls into a frown as I realise, we still need to talk about what happened at the ball.

"What did you do with the snake?"

Curiously, I lift my head up to meet his crystal topaz eyes.

"Want to see?"

I raise my eyebrow at him confused. Why would I want to see what he did with the snakes if he probably had them slaughtered.

Damien slouches off the bed and holds out his hand for me. Unconvinced at what I may have to witness, I feel doubtful at offering my hand back.

He gives me a half-crooked smile as he realises how anxious I am at this idea. Even his perfect naked body isn't enough to distract my mind from the piling thoughts of seeing snakes hanging from the ceilings all dead and slaughtered in half.

"I promise it won't be as bad as what you are thinking," he tries reassuring me.

I sigh giving into his want to show me and get off the bed.

"Here," he hands me a royal blue fluffy robe, "Don't want anyone seeing you naked, that image is just for me."

He smirks giving me a quick kiss on the lips before he himself slips on a grey robe.

He takes my hand and starts walking towards the door.

"Barefooted?" I ask confused. Surely, we won't be walking around this hidden unground castle without any shoes.

"They're really not necessary, but," rather unexpectedly he picks me up bridal style making me squeal like a teenage girl.

"With your super strength powers, I might just make you carry me everywhere we go," I joke wrapping my hands around his neck as he carries me off through the hallways.

"You wouldn't go all diva on me now would you," he beams at me.

"Oh, of-course, I expect nothing less but perfect service from my peasants."

"You are fit to be a Queen ma' Lady," he says and we both can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter, causing me to swing my head back like a crazy maniac.

Damien stops walking and places me back down to my feet when we approach familiar looking doors. I grab onto his arm while he opens them and I realise we are back in the roman bath, but something feels a little different about it.

When I walk in and look around the sounds are still the same, peaceful with trickling water sounds echoing around me.

My fingertips touch the marble columns and notice that there are steamy water drops drizzling down to the floor, one after the other.

Damn, its real hot in here!

My eyes peek at the blistering water in the bath, steam trailing off into the distance of the high-rise ceilings painted in ancient angels.

I turn around and see Damien loosening his robe but not quite taking it off. I gawk him with a confused expression, what does he want to show me in here?

"They're gone," he states softly.

"What's gone?"

"The snakes," he takes a couples of steps towards me so that he is just inches away from me. Sweat begins to pool on the side of my forehead from all the heat.

"I got rid of them, and Nina's snake has been decapitated."

"Were all the snakes in here that dangerous then?" I ask half-seriously, half-jokingly.

He chuckles. "No, but I want you to be safe, no matter what."

I swallow hard at the sound of his words. My sweetly dangerous love. The amount of times I have heard him say that he wants me to be safe is too vast to count by this point.

"I love you," he whispers closing whatever is left of the distance between us. His lips almost brushing against mines.

"I love you too," I utter back, and we press our foreheads against one another. Holding each-others hands. Staying still and forgetting about all sounds but our breath, which eventually harmonises. My love for him negates each time I am around him the same way as an orchestra explodes during a crescendo.

I want to spend a lifetime with this man and even after death I want to do everything possible to still be by his side.

"We should get your well-deserved bath," he says startling me out of my thoughts.

He steps back and drops his robe to the floor. What is he planning? He turns his back to me and naturally my eyes scan his profile, the ass I so playfully want to spank.

I stand still as he gracefully, like the King that he is, enters the bath. He steps down a few steps before he disappears under the water.

Nervously, I peek my head up to see where he is, but I don't notice a thing, until he re-emerges in the middle, shaking his head and running his hands through his wet hair.

"You don't expect me to go in there, do you?" I screech.

"Come on, don't you want to join me?" he teases, and I can't resist playful Damien any longer.

Shyly, I take off my robe and walk over to the steps. I feel overly exposed being completely naked in a place that I am not familiar with.

Without debating my thoughts any further I take my first step into the bath. The water scorches my skin making an inaudible hiss escape my mouth from the blistering pain.

I take another step and soon I am entirely under water, my body now getting used to the heat. Much to my surprised the bath isn't as deep as I thought it would be, just about the tops of my shoulders are out of the water.

The water slushes as we make our way towards one another, ultimately grabbing onto each-others bodies. I press myself into him resting my head in the wet crook of his neck. He caresses his fingertips from the nape of my neck all the way down to the bottom of my spine, then up again, repeating the process over and over, sending shivers to my body and causing my hair to stand up on edge.

I try lifting myself up higher above the water levels as I grip onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Under water like this I feel weightless, I begin to forget about all of my problems with Nina and my dad. I want to be present in the moment. I want to be with Damien. Feeling his heartbeat pounding against my chest, the heat of his breath in my hair or the way his hands are roaming through my body, making me tingle and wet in all the right places.

Gently, I press a kiss on his neck. I pause listening to his reaction. I do it again, this time higher, trailing kisses up his neck to his cheek, along his jawline and to his lips.

My blood begins to boil as we kiss, taking each-others breath way, tasting each-other with our tongues.

I feel him harden beneath me and his hands start to squeeze my ass right in the same spots as where he spanked me before.

I want him inside me, so desperately.

"Please," I beg breathlessly.

"What do you want Annabelle?" he asks his voice all deep and sexy as he latches his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking right on my sweet spot.

I moan. "I want you to fuck me, in here, please."

I feel him smile against my neck, but he does nothing but continue to kiss it.

"Please," I beg again, the desperation in my voice is now more evident than ever, making me completely out of breath.

I want to wiggle away at the tickling sensations of his lips against my sweet spot but instead I try reaching my hands to grab a hold of his erection.

He pulls his lips away from my neck and grabs my arms, forcing it to rest on his shoulder.

"Impatient little girl," he says, and it sends a heatwave through my body.

He starts kissing my swollen lips again and before I have time to register, he is at my entrance, slowly easing himself into me.

The pressure is so intense its almost painful, causing me to scream and bite down on his lip.

I release his bottom lip from my imprisonment and burry my face in his neck.

"Shh," he hushes while entering me deeper and deeper.

I bite down on his shoulder as he slowly begins to ease in and out of me. Grabbing my ass and moving me up and down on him.

The sensation feels so new, yet so familiar to me. I can't help but begin to moan as the pleasure begins to spike. The feeling of such fullness is exquisite, making me want to ask for more.

Our moans are beginning to echo through the entire room like a song almost bursting our ear drums.

Momentarily, I push my head back, my eyes closed, engulfing the pleasure slowly erupting inside me. When I lift, my head back up, I open my eyes and I'm greeted with his crystal blue eyes staring deep into my soul.

An overflowing yearning for him continues to increase as I grip onto his shoulder much unkinder. Digging my nails into him, scratching and leaving trails of faded pink on his upper arms.

Without hesitation I move my hips with him; to his rhythm. Up and down, over and over. His erection massaging me in all the right places.

"Damien," I slur as I feel a quick build up about to burst inside of me.

We continue moving, faster and faster.

"Say my name when you cum Annabelle, say my name!"

When I feel the powerful rush exploding inside me, I scream out his name, "Damien!"

"I said say my name Annabelle!"

Without realising I say his real name at the top of my lungs.

"Lucifer!"

My vocal cords bounce around the walls of this room as we continue to move, my orgasm subsiding but the pulsating aftershocks quiver my entire body as he climaxes into me.

"Annabelle," he whispers in my ear and I sense him filling me up with his warm fluid sending us both into a tired-out frenzy.

After what feels like hours, I begin giggling.

"What?"

"You're still inside me."

I smirk at him and right in this moment he grabs a hold of my hips and lifts me off him. I gasp at the sensation, feeling sad by the sudden emptiness inside me.

"Don't be sad," he says. "I'm sure it won't be long before I get to fuck you again."

I pretend to be shocked by his words splashing him with the water only for him to pull me in and kiss my lips. I don't think I will ever want to stop kissing him. Our lips move so perfectly in sync together.

"Do you like it when I call you Lucifer?" I ask as I pull away from our kiss.

My wet fingertips twiddle with the bottom of his damp hair at the back of his head as I wait for his answer.

"I do, yes."

"Do you want me to call you that from now on?"

"Preferably, yes."

"Okay, as you wish sir."

Lazily, we walk out of the roman bath, hand in hand. I walk straight over to the mirrors and lift my hand onto the glass trying to wash away the steam. Lucifer walks up behind me and grabs my waist pushing my ass up against him.

I give him a malicious smile through the foggy mirror already getting tingly once again. I bite my lip to stop my smile.

I can tell he knows exactly what I am thinking off but instead he pulls the robe over me and picks me up bridal style again.

"Are you sure it's safe for you to walk out like this all naked?" I ask raising my eyebrow. I'm not sure I like the idea of anyone else seeing him naked but then I remember what Lilith told me when she helped me get ready for the ball; she gave him baths!

"Back in Heaven you'd be naked most of the time, or you'd wear a linen cloth, clothes seem a little unnatural."

I snort. "Does that mean your naked when ruling over the realms of Hell?"

"Not quite, I'm never as naked as I am with you."

A proud smile appears on my face. He truly is mine.

Before I notice, we are back in the cosy bedroom. Lucifer discards my robe onto an armchair where my clothes seem to be neatly folded.

"Arms up," he orders, and I oblige giggling as he pulls on a white top over me, skimming his fingertips over my soft skin making me shiver in anticipation under his heat.

I watch as he grabs a hold of my dark green and very lacey panties and kneels down in front of me. He doesn't even have to say anything before I raise my feet for him so that he puts my panties on for me. I shimmy my hips giggling as he does it.

Very quickly my face falls, I know we need to clarify a particular topic before we leave this place.

"You're not going to torture Nina, right?" I ask though I'm not sure it is much of a question as it is an order.

He breathes loudly, taking a step back. Running his hand through his hair in exasperation at the upbringing of such a topic after such a pleasant couple of hours.

"Tell me you won't!" I plead a little too loudly.

"Annabelle I can't promise that, deep down you know that."

"Then tell me this, do you want to torture her because of your need for it?" I ask taking an exhaustive step forward looking at him with an unequivocal desperation.

"Or because of what she did to me?"

"Both," he states matter-of-factly, turning his back to me.

"But mainly because I need to, you have no idea how hard it is to resist hurting humans, hurting you."

My heart begins to ache for him. I want to hold him in my arms, so I step towards him attempting to hug him from behind but as soon as he feel me close, his body tenses.

"Don't!"

Tentatively, I stop and resist the urge to touch him.

"I think about it all the time you know, what it would be like to have you all vulnerable in all the wrong ways, crying for help as I wound your body."

I bite down my lip to stop myself from commenting, I know he wouldn't actually hurt me in those ways. I know that deep down he doesn't either.

"I know it's wrong and I know that I am capable of resisting this urge, but your sweet innocent scent makes it that much harder."

Innocent? Oh, Lucifer, if only you knew. I am anything but blameless. I am a murder.

I watch as his hands clench into fists.

"You have no idea how much your innocence impacts me, normally it shouldn't," he continues. I want to tell him the truth, that his scent must be way off, but I keep my mouth shut.

"And when it comes to the guilty." He lets out an angry laugh. "They make me want to torture them even more, in the worst ways possible, that's the fucking least they deserve for all the things they do," his voice is rigorous.

"So, you see." He finally turns around to face me, his face stone cold. "I will get to have Nina, I will get to torture her in the most unimaginable ways I can come up with and you'll just fucking deal with it, okay!" his words are fatal, startling me as I notice his pupils enlarge from his rage. I know what is coming and I don't want to be here when he decides to lash out his fury around me.

"Perhaps I should go home, you look like you have some unresolved anger issue to sort out," I voice as I turn around and grab my jeans and my sneakers from the armchair. I hear him mumble under his breath.

I am half mad at him for not caring about what I want in this situation, but I feel too exhausted to dispute about this with him at the given moment.

Without a moment to think I start getting dressed not caring that I am wearing a top with no bra. I put on my jacket and when I turn back around to face Lucifer, he is ready to take me home no questions asked.

Walking out of the room I see Lilith. I pause glaring at her and wisely she chooses to stay silent. I know he is standing behind me when I notice her eyes dart up passed me. I grunt and turn on my heel to find my way out of this maze. I hear the two of them give-and-take a few words in the distance but I don't turn around. My plan is to go home, and I will do it by myself if I have to.

Back in my apartment, I feel lonely again, but I need the distance. Salem is also with me and I use this time to catch up with my friends and clean up my living space. I hate being in a place far too crowded and it's been nearly a week since I have stepped foot between these walls.

Throughout the entire time I can't stop thinking about how I left things with Lucifer again. It is becoming so common for us to have these kinds of arguments, ever since he has told me about his big secret.

The thought of him torturing Nina is disturbing, and the way he said 'your Nina' as if he knows. And then it hits me. He does know! Turns out that the Nina Nipus at my work is the real culprit. And he knows and didn't tell me.

Instinctively, I pick up my phone to call him. No answer.

"Shit!" I voice out loud from a sudden panic. Nina Nipus is the bad guy, but I can't let him torture her the way he does with other beings.

Quickly and without hesitation I grab my car keys and head out back towards his penthouse, but when I arrive there is no one there, except for his tongue less slave. If only he can speak, I would be able to ask if he has seen his master.

Standing in the middle of his vast living room I try calling his phone again but still no answer. I try, really try thinking where he could have gone. For all I know he may be back ruling over the realms of Hell.

I walk over to the mysterious doors with antique golden snake handles and open them. The cinnamon scent of his body is still lingering around the room.

As I look over his desk there is a ginormous painting of an angel. The wings are luminous and from the very look of its face I know this is Lucifer as an angel and he looks magnificent. Nothing like what I have seen in the ballroom. He looks fragile. Perhaps that's what his emotions are, tenuous, and why he turns to torture.

The thought of Lucifer as a gentle angel who turns wicked breaks my heart. A stabbing sensation begins to grow in my chest causing me to look away. I can't bare these thoughts.

I sit down on a couch opposite his desk attempting to calm myself down so that I can figure out where he went. Searching my mind for the smallest hint.

A knock disturbs me and when I look up the tongue less slave is standing shamefully in the doorway. He waves his hand at me, urging me to follow him. I oblige hoping he has something useful for me.

I shadow him out into the foyer and watch as his finger shakily points to a painting of a forest.

"You want to show me a painting of the woods?" I ask confused. Knowing he won't answer I grunt.

To my response he makes a hallow noise with his throat and continues to point at the painting.

"What are you trying to tell me?" I mutter to myself as I stare at the greenery in the golden frame.

The more I stare at it, the more I come to a conclusion. I know exactly where he went.