While Vanessa was contemplating on the bed, Lucifer stood inside the shower, letting the warm water rain over his body, feeling relaxed yet somewhat conflicted.
His heart pounded in his chest, his mind raced, his head throbbed... His thoughts were filled with images of her perfect figure and curves.
Images of her wearing the skimpy royal blue lingerie flashed across his consciousness, reminding him of how beautiful she was.
Lucifer couldn't deny that she looked absolutely stunning in it; no man on earth would say otherwise. The way she stood before him, with a knowing smile and a confident look...
How could he ignore those luscious curves and that sexy look she flaunted in front of him? No wonder every guy wanted to date her and do nasty things to her.
The image of her in his head was so tempting...
It made him want to grab her and fuck her right there in front of the bathroom door until she begged him to stop.
