Without wasting any more time, Lucifer moved to a sitting position, causing Sasha to roll onto the mattress with a soft giggle. She was lying on her side next to him, and he turned to face her.
As he reached out, his fingers traced a path over her skin, from her cheek to the curve of her jaw. "You're so beautiful, Aunt Sasha. I could stare at you forever."
"Flatterer," Sasha whispered, a hint of amusement in her tone, and she placed her hand over his. Her fingers were warm and delicate as they intertwined with his.
But then, without any further warning, Lucifer took hold of Sasha and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. With one hand on her lower abdomen and the other on her ass, he lifted her up until she was on her hands and knees in front of him, her back arched and her hips tilted upward, offering her round ass to his hungry gaze.
"What are you doing?" Sasha asked, her voice husky with desire.
