I hope you enjoy my second chapter about Lucian. Once again the devil indulges in rough sex, so don't read any further if it's not your thing! If you do enjoy reading it, please make sure you have read chapter 1. And please leave a good vote if you enjoy. It inspires me to write more! Chapter 3 is already under way.
All the names in my stories are fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased. All characters are 18 or over.
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Delvine was eavesdropping on the couple sat at the table next to her when she saw Camille walk through the door. Stunning as ever, but perhaps a little pale. The men's heads turned as she sauntered towards the table in her tight pale blue jeans. Her figure was incredible. Large breasts that bounced as she walked, a tiny waste and the tightest little ass. Her beautiful long auburn hair swung in a pony tail.
"Hello mother." She said, leaning forward to plant a kiss either side of Delvine's cheeks. "Lovely to see you, and lunch at Fortnum's was a great idea. I love their Knickerbocker Glory's!"
"Darling, you look gorgeous. Married life must be treating you well." She gushed. Knowing full well that things were not entirely as they should be. She had met with Lucian only a few days ago and had been fully briefed on the state of their marriage.
Camille smiled weakly before sipping the glass of champagne that already sat on the table in front of her.
"Are you alright darling? You don't look convinced. Is everything ok? I thought you loved Lucian, and I'm sure he must be treating you well."
They had been married two months now, and yes, she did adore him. Who wouldn't idolise such a powerful sexy man. He was everything most women wanted. She only had to mention something and it was hers. He was loving and gentle with her. He clearly adored her. But she knew who he really was, and it scared her.
"I'm fine mummy. I couldn't ask for a better husband. He is gorgeous and I do love him. But he frightens me. I can't forget how he was at our wedding - who he really is. I love the man, but not the demon that sleeps inside him."
"Oh darling, he would never hurt you. You are his chosen one and I am sure he loves you very much."
He had told her so when he had shared her bed. He had arranged to meet Delvine to discuss Camille, and as her husband was away, naturally they ended up in her bed. She still recalled the way he had fervently devoured her breasts while she ran her hands through his thick head of hair. He was so handsome and she had always welcomed him between her open legs. He was clearly desperate for hot sex and he fucked her as never before. He was needy.
He had told her how much he loved Camille, but he needed more from her. She had been withdrawn since their wedding and he had been as gentle as possible with her to give her time. But this whole vanilla thing was beginning to wear thin. He needed hot, passionate, burning sex. He yearned to fuck her like the milk whore he had fucked on their wedding night. After all, he was Satan. Camille was right, the demon was within him.
Camille sipped her champagne and ordered a caesar salad. "I know I'm not exciting enough in bed for him, he wants more from me. What can I do mummy? I want to please him."
"Try and relax. Wear something sexy and just think about how much you love Lucian, the man. Don't think about his other side. Normally he won't appear to you as Satan, unless you want him to. I promise you, as long as he loves you, he will never hurt you darling." Delvine took a mouthful of the salmon that had been set before her.
"Where is the diamond star we bought you for your birthday? I haven't seen you wearing it lately."
"I do wear it from time to time. I know it sounds strange, but it makes me feel odd. As if I'm not entirely in the land of the living."
"How silly. It was very expensive and very beautiful. You should wear it or I will begin to think you don't like it." She hoped that by wearing the pentacle, Camille would lose some of her inhibitions, but she didn't know how she would get her to wear it. There was of course another way. A more permanent solution, which she and Lucian had talked about, but at the moment, she wouldn't dare to suggest it.
"I will do as you have suggested." Camille agreed. "I will try to relax and love him as a wife should and hopefully our relationship will become more intimate over time."
Delvine was not convinced. She felt worried that Camille would not be enough for Lucian. She was so young and inexperienced. Just a wife in name and a means to producing his heir. Something needed to be done or he would definitely wander.
They continued to chat as the waiter cleared their plates.
"Knickerbocker Glory time I think." Said Camille.
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For fucks sake! thought Lucian. Things just went from bad to worse. He had suggested a trip to their house in the country. He thought it would be good for them to be alone for a week or two, but now Camille had invited a friend.
"You could have asked me first." He said. "This was supposed to be 'our time'. I want you all to myself."
She knew that, and that was precisely what concerned her.
"She's only coming for a few days. I haven't seen any of my friends in ages and I thought you would be happy for me to have some company while you're at your office. I'll be all yours in the evening. I promise." But she knew it probably wouldn't happen that way.
The mansion was as she remembered and it brought back vivid memories of their wedding. She shivered as she thought of Lucian in his true guise. Why could he not simply be a normal man. He was so devastatingly good looking and sexy. She fancied the hell out of him and she knew in time she would probably love him. She just had to block out the vision of him when he became a demon.
"It's such a beautiful day. Let's go for a swim in the pool before lunch." Lucian suggested.
"Ok, I'll get changed. She really wanted to get in the pool, she was so hot from their journey.
He was already swimming when Camille appeared in her floaty sarong and high mules. As she pulled it off he watched intently as she revealed her tiny gold bikini which was only just respectable. Her nipples were just about covered by the thin slinky fabric and he itched to pull it off her.
"Is it warm?"
