The next morning, I woke up in Lucifer's cosy warm arms, wrapped around me like a blanket, the real one draped over our naked bodies. I nozzle myself into his chest. I don't want to open my eyes, moments like these is what I want more of. Just us holding each-other close. Listening to the rhythm of our hearts.

"Good morning Annabelle," I hear Lucifer say in a sleepy voice.

He presses a kiss onto the top of my head, his arm moving down under the covers to caress my back.

"Hmm," I hum in response. I'm still too sleepy to make any vocal interactions.

I hear him chuckle.

"Looks like you might need more sleepy time."

I groan some more in response until I feel him move away, trying to get out of bed. I squint my eyes open to see him sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you getting up?" I ask sleepily, propping myself up to press my chest into his back while my arms wrap around him like a blanket.

I rest my head on his shoulder closing my eyes again as he takes my palm and kisses it. Snappishly, he pulls me in onto his lap, hooking his arm under my knees while the other supports my back. I giggle in response, but sleepily closing my eyes snuggling into the crook of his neck.

Damn, I am tired.

I don't see his facial expressions, but I can feel him stand up and place me back in bed, pulling the covers over my naked body.

"I'm going to make us some breakfast, does Miss sleepyhead have any requests?"

I can feel his arms pressing into the soft mattress of the bed on either side of my body. I twist round to my side, opening my eyes a little with a small smile. My hand darts on to his arm, caressing the warm skin.

"Sausage and eggs," I say peaking up at him. A curious mischievous smirk on my lips.

A huge grin appears on Lucifer's face.

"I'll see what I can do," he replies, pressing a kiss to my lips and walks away.

We eat our breakfast in the big King-sized bed in the bedroom. The fire blazing, filling the cottage with more warmth and a soothing atmosphere. It snowed a little over the night, the first snowfall of the winter. It isn't enough to cover you to the knees when you try and walk out, but it's enough to hear the snow crunch under your shoes.

We feed each-other our breakfast, toying around and laughing over the fact that I spilled some orange juice over myself. But clearly that didn't bother either one of us because Lucifer leaned in and licked and kissed off the juice running down my breasts.

Once we eat our breakfast, we get dressed, or at least half dressed as I lay on the sofa with my legs propped up on his lap wearing all but a sweater and panties. We stay like that for hours, talking and reading some of the material from his mysterious bookshelf.

After we have some lunch, we decide to take a walk outside. Its freezing cold so I have to ensure that my body stays heated by cuddling up to Lucifer's embrace.

Half-way down our walk towards the lake, a light snowfall begins to fall down again. The way it makes its way past the empty tree branches and lands on my face looks so magical. Although I much prefer the heat, I always have an appreciation for the way snow looked. Covering the mountain tops and creating a frost-bitten lake which allowed the reflection of the sun to look all the more appealing.

In fact, once we arrive at the lake, I turn myself around and look at Lucifer. His blue eyes stood out amongst all of his features in this pale background.

Gosh, he is a really handsome creature from the depths of Hell.

I lean in and press my cold lips to his. He reacts immediately. Kissing me back, allowing our mouths to move perfectly in sync together.

I pull my mouth away from his, but keeping my face near his, almost pressing my forehead to his, somewhat tentatively I look into his eyes.

"I love you Lucifer," I whisper.

His lips curve upward.

"I love you Annabelle."

We continue to kiss some more before the snowfall begins to get heavier, that's when we run back to the cottage where I sit in Lucifer's lap beside the fireplace, warming myself up again.

Its already nearing the evening. Where in the world has the time gone?

Lucifer goes to make me some tea to warm up my insides and while I wait my curiosity bids me to lift up the edge of the carpet to the little door leading down to the torture room. The thought doesn't make me squeamish surprisingly. In fact, my finger twiddle with the hook opening. I'm tempted to open it until I hear Lucifer enter the room once again. I twist my head around to look at him.

He looks worried yet displeased as he sets the teacup on the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" he asks seriously, taking a seat down opposite me.

"I'm emm...curious," I say timidly, peaking up at him through my eyelashes.

"That room shouldn't have anything to do with you Annabelle."

"But it does," I state obviously, shifting myself onto my knees and leaning forward to grab his hands in mines.

"Besides, I want to know everything that you do, even if you think it'll make me uncomfortable."

He lifts his head up to look at me.

"Only for a little while then."

Well that is easier than I thought it would be.

Walking back into the torture room feels all too calm for me. In fact, it feels exciting. Call me a sociopath for thinking that, but this is a time I get to figure out the 'bad' side of Lucifer.

I am staggered that it has been cleaned of all the blood that is all over the cold grey concrete floor. Lucifer must have had Skyler take care of Nina's body. Ha, is there anything that creature isn't told to do?

For the first time that I am in this room I inspect the equipment in here. It feels like an abandoned medical room. Everything makes of metal with shelves and glass doors holding some kind of liquids. I wonder what they are? Poison? Some kind of acids? What does he use them for?

I move on to some shelves, opening each drawer to find a new set of knives sharper than the previous ones. I lift one up, waving it slightly in the air in front of Lucifer.

He walks up to me and takes the knife away from me, shoving in back in the drawer. All in an irate manner.

"You can hurt yourself with that Ana."

Jeez, I'm not that clumsy!

I sigh at his overprotectiveness.

"What are they makes from?" I ask leading against the chest of drawers, awaiting his answer.

"Iron."

"Why that particular metal?" I ask curiously cocking my head to the side. I don't know why I find these things so interesting.

"It weakens them enough to cause them harm."

"Hmm," I simply respond before I move onto the next set of shelves.

Inside I find a number of different chains, cuffs and handcuffs. I guess he uses them to restrain his victims, but I wonder if they are also made of iron. And if it has such an adverse impact on a demon, does it not do the same to him?

I shut the drawer, making the metal inside rattle and echo through the door. Taking a few steps back, walking into the middle of the room I turn to face Lucifer.

He isn't questioning me. Isn't asking why I am doing this. Though I have told him why, I just never thought he'd allow this to be so easy.

"Doesn't iron hurt you too?" I ask.

The side of his lips curve into a small beam as he processes my questions. He leans his shoulder onto the wall, crossing his arms as he watches me prying in on his room.

"No, it doesn't, you'd need a special knife if anyone ever want to harm me."

"And where is that knife?"

He raises an eyebrow at me and chuckles. Running his palms together like he is trying to keep himself warm. Standing up straight he makes his way towards me.

"Hidden, where no one can ever find it."

I gulp louder than I should at the thought that there is in fact something that can kill him. I wonder if this very knife that he mentions is the same one used in the past to kill his father?

I turn around and walk further into the room, away from Lucifer. Staring up at the ceiling seeing all sorts of chains and shackles hanging down.

"What do you do with these?" I ask pointing with my eyes at the shackles up at the ceiling of the room. If the wind have access to this room, you would be able to hear the metal rattle.

"To restrain people," he replies standing close to me.

"How?" I ask a little intrigued. I turn around and see him gazing at me with lustful eyes.

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

I gulp loudly, my heart is suddenly in my mouth.

"Yes," I murmur.

"Then let me show you."

He takes both of my hands and squeezes them together putting them above my head. When I look up to see what he is doing, I realise he is wrapping the icy metal strings around my wrists. The coldness of them bites my warm soft skin making me flinch in surprise.

When he finishes, I try tugging on them but it's no use. It just rattles even louder as I try to pull free causing the muscles of my arms to hurt. I lower my gaze to him only to see he has stepped back and is admiring me being all restricted and powerless. The way he is glaring at me it is making me want him.

"There's no escaping now," he utters deeply as he wraps his hands around my face and presses his lips onto mines.

His desire for me is written all over in the way he is kissing me. So much rough hunger for me and my flesh. I feel a tightening in my stomach as the kiss intensifies, quickening, as our teeth briefly clash. Then, he suddenly pulls away biting on my lip so hard is begins to bleed. He licks it off as if my blood is his favourite dessert. I am panting so much at this point. He is making being imprisoned so arousing I can feel the wetness between my legs already.

"I so want to fuck you in here," he whispers into my mouth.

"Then do it," I murmur shily. My cheeks flushing scarlet.

With those words I feel him smiling against my mouth, an evil boyish grin. He kisses me once more making my legs feel like jelly. If it weren't for the restraints pulling me up, I would fall to the ground.

As he kisses me, his tongue finding mine, one of his hands goes under my sweater tracing his fingers on my back. It sends electric shivers up and down my body.

"You're a little too dressed for my liking," he says.

Remarkably fast, his hands dart to the front of my sweater grasping it into both of his fists and forcefully rips it open revealing my black mesh bra and more naked skin for him to appreciate.

I gasp as he tugs on my hair so hard it is causing a sharp prickling pain to shower over my scalp as he begins devouring my neck with his mouth. Sucking on my sweet spots and biting on the soft skin near my shoulder as if he is a blood-sucking predator. I can't help but moan.

He moves the sulking caresses down my throat to my open chest, making sure to give it equal attention before he pushes my head back up and kisses my lips smudging my lipstick all over my mouth.

Momentarily, he steps away going to some small surgical table. I don't know what he is grabbing but I can hear him shuffling the metal equipment around. My mouth goes dry in anticipation. He won't hurt me; I repeat to myself as my curiosity bids me to close my eyes and force my breathing to normalise from the intensity. I am so crazy for doing this!

My eyes still closed I can hear his footsteps walking back towards me and suddenly I feel something sharp and cold prompting me to shoot my eyes open in a panic. I look down at my chest and he is cutting carelessly, teasing me even, with a pair of surgical scissors. My heart is accelerating at an exceptional pace. Within seconds my bra is cut off of my body and instantly he latches himself into my breasts, audibly dropping the scissors to the concrete ground. My head swings back making me moan louder. He's tugging at my nipples with his teeth and it's so sensuous.

"Oh, this isn't fair," I breathe out as I shoot my head back up to face him. I can feel my cheeks burning as he looks up at me as he slowly rises.

"What's not fair baby?" he challenges as he kisses me on the lips again.

"Your. Still. Dressed" I say between our kisses. Gasping for air.

He smirks as he steps back and takes off his shirt revealing the glorious body he hides behind his clothes. I feel my whole-body quiver as I cannot find a way to stop staring at him. Seeing how much he is enjoying this. Having me so vulnerable, melting at the mere touch of his body against mines. He is making a whole meal out of this.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees and whilst looking up at me with his blue eyes he begins unbuttoning my jeans. Whizzing down the zipper, he beams when he sees a sneak peak of my matching panties. He tugs on my jeans pulling them down my thighs, and the rest of my legs forcing me to struggle stepping out of them as he has to take off my shoes. I giggle as I watch him do it.

"Your enjoying this Ana?" he questions as he looks up at me. His voice sounding violent in my ears.

"I like seeing you on your knees," I whisper as I watch him slip my panties down. He grabs them in his hand and puts them to his nose. Holy shit! That looks hot.

"Don't you think it should be the other way around," he says as he widens my stance and starts trailing soft kisses on my right thigh, not getting too close to my dripping entrance.

"Shouldn't you be the one on your knees," he adds as he repeats the same kissing pattern on my left thigh.

"Bowing and kneeling before the King of Hell," he murmurs hungrily before he shoves his face between my legs. His hands spreading my legs apart making sure I don't move them.

I gasp for air as I tilt my head back, moaning as his tongue is doing his magic on my clit. I pull on the metal restraints, but they just bite down on my wrists causing me pain. I can't concentrate, the pain of my hands and the lush vibrations between my legs is so overwhelming for my body. I begin to shake, moaning endlessly as his tongue finds its way to my entrance tasting my juices.

"You taste mighty fine Annabelle," he utters as his tongue goes back to my clit, and within moments I find myself screaming out my orgasm as my body completely shatters at his will.

He licks my juices and stands up shoving his tongue inside my mouth forcing me to taste myself. I moan in his mouth as his skilled fingers continue to play with my clit, slowly and gently circling, sending delicious aftershocks to my body.

Abruptly, he pulls away for a matter of seconds to unzip his jeans. Keeping them on he takes out his erection. Grabbing the back of my thighs and pulling me up to him he shoves himself into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he fucks me prudently fast. He kisses me and silently moans with me.

When I cannot take it anymore, I throw my head back allowing him to fill up my tightness with himself. The pace of his thrusts increasing with each attack until he cums inside of me, filling me up with his warm fluid causing my body to feel like it is on fire. His nails digging into my flesh. He continues until I gloriously cum again tightening my walls around him, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I am breathless and exhausted. This is incredible.

Still inside of me, his hands reach up to undo the shackles tightening my wrists. When he does, they drop down and I nuzzle my tired body into him. I close my eyes and take in his wonderful aroma mixed with his sweat.

I can feel him walking over somewhere and when I open my eyes, we are still in his soul torturing dungeon.

"What are you doing?" I ask him my voice all raspy.

"I'm not quite done with you yet," he replies as he places me down causing me to stand in front of a table. Is this the table he straps up his victims to torture? I stare down at it. There are still a few faint blood stains on it, but no doubt he tried to clean them all off.

"Turn around," he commands and obediently I oblige.

In one swift movement he pushes me against the table. Pushing my cheek against the icy steel with his veiny hand. I groan as my head thumps against the table-top, but it's not painful. Not something that will give me a headache that's for sure.

Without expecting it, he thrusts himself into me forcing me to let out a scream. I'm already a little sore and numb, but I take him all the way anyway. The feeling is just too exquisite.

I hear him grunt and moan under his breath. His left hand digging into my hip whilst the other hand finds its way to my hair grasping it into his fist.

I can smell the rotting blood from the table and it almost makes me sick, but the vibrating sensations of him inside of me is enough to distract me. He speeds up pounding his hips against my naked ass. Building up my third orgasm within just a few short moments of fucking.

"Cum for me Anna," I hear him grunt and his words send me right over the edge as I orgasm so heavenly, I forget how to breathe; him following closely after.

Together we stay still for a little while with my eyes shut before I can feel him pick me up and carry me off back to the bedroom.