The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of the secluded chamber in the High Church's hidden wing—a private sanctuary Lucifer (Aiden) kept for his most cherished conquests. The air was thick with the scent of sex from the night before: sweat, cum, and the sweet musk of devoted women.
Amber lay sprawled on the massive bed, her lithe, curvaceous body tangled in silk sheets. Her fiery blond hair fanned across the pillow, full breasts rising and falling with deep, peaceful breaths. She slept naked, as he preferred—her pale skin marked with faint bruises from his grip, her thighs still sticky from his earlier releases.
Aiden watched her for a moment, his incubus hunger stirring anew. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing with need as he slid back into bed beside her. He positioned himself between her legs, gently parting them without waking her fully.
