Irina's eyes were open, watching the ceiling after an amazing night.
She couldn't feel her limbs, like a slime had swallowed them, or become one herself. All she could feel were the warmth of his body and the iron rod still buried deep in her depths.
Her eyes looked at the handsome man who should have destroyed her life with his looks and superior manhood, yet she felt nothing like that.
Rather she felt saved during the break—after he finished inside her for the fourth time, Lucifer started to speak about himself and that he had one wife with him for as long as he could remember.
'It was a little hard to hear him speak about another woman, yet when he was so honest and told me my good parts and hers... It didn't hurt to know he valued me above her in some places...'
"Idiot..." Irina muttered with an affectionate chirp, stroking his forehead, feeling a warmth spreading through her body.
