Lucifer felt a different sensation whenever he was with Gwendolyn, her gentle touch and affectionate gaze the way she could see through his bravado or worries with a simple smile and loving embrace.
"My dear wife, I cannot resist but crave your taste," Lucifer muttered with a deep voice as his lips kissed her smooth neck, the beating of her heart flowing through his senses from the touch as his fangs slipped into her, a groan of pleasure leaving her lips as she slipped her hands down his muscular back filled with scars.
Her fingers caressed his skin tenderly while moaning softly—the feeling of drinking her blood and feeling Gwen cling to his body was overwhelming as Lucifer lifted her and walked to the soft bed, placing her down before kissing her pink lips—their tongues entwined, she felt his erect member pushing against her soft, puffy mound.
"Darling... I want you to make me forget everything... to think of only you and your cock."