Lucifer: Godless Reawakening-Chapter 249: Hungry for her**

The outside world had begun with their works. However, inside a specific room, a certain couple has yet to leave the bed.

No, they weren’t sleeping. They were working as well, but on each other’s body.

Emma settled over him slowly, the blunt head of him nudging her entrance. She exhaled shakily, palms braced on his chest as she began the first careful descent.

It was only their second time, and her body remembered him in vivid, aching detail—the thick stretch, the way he filled her so completely it stole her breath.

She sank down inch by torturous inch, lips parting on a soft, drawn-out whimper. Her hips moved in a slow, almost hesitant rhythm at first—tiny rolls forward and back, relearning the shape of him, the heavy drag inside her, the way her walls fluttered and clung every time she lifted just enough to feel the ridge of his crown catch at her entrance before sliding back down. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

William watched her face the whole time, eyes dark and reverent. His hands slid up her sides under the hem of her top, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts before he gathered the fabric and lifted it inch by inch.

When the material cleared her head he tossed it aside without looking, gaze locked on the soft, full swell of her chest now bared to him.

"God, you are beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with awe.

He cupped her breasts in both hands—gentle at first, thumbs sweeping slow arcs over her nipples until they peaked hard under his touch. Then he leaned up, mouth closing over one tight bud.

He sucked softly, tongue laving in lazy circles while his other hand kneaded the weight of her other breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

Emma’s rhythm stuttered. Her hips rolled deeper now—longer, languid grinds that dragged him against every sensitive spot inside her.

She leaned forward, chasing his mouth, and he met her halfway in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues sliding, soft and wet and unhurried. She tasted herself on him still, salty-sweet, and the realization made her clench around him hard enough that he groaned into her mouth.

"Like that," he whispered against her lips, one hand sliding down to grip her hip and guide her movements just a fraction faster.

"Just like that, baby. Ride me slow... let me feel every bit of you."

She did. Her hips kept that deliberate, rolling cadence—forward to grind her clit against his pelvis, back to take him deeper, then up just enough to tease before sinking down again.

Each descent drew a quiet, breathy moan from her throat that mingled with his low groans. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, brushing his chest, and William couldn’t get enough—mouth moving from one to the other, kissing and sucking and nipping softly until her nipples were flushed dark and glistening.

Every so often she’d pause, fully seated, simply rocking in tiny circles while he throbbed inside her. Their foreheads pressed together then, breaths mingling in short, shared pants.

She’d kiss him again—soft pecks at first, then deeper, tongues curling lazily while her walls pulsed around him in slow, rhythmic squeezes.

"You feel so good," she breathed against his mouth, voice trembling with the effort of holding the slow pace. "So... big. I can still feel you everywhere."

William’s hands roamed her back, her waist, her ass—worshipful, possessive. He flexed his hips up to meet her next roll, driving just a little deeper, and her head tipped back on a broken moan.

"Keep going," he rasped, lips brushing the hollow of her throat. "Take what you need. I’m right here."

Emma’s movements grew a shade bolder; still slow and a little careful, but with a little more purpose now.

Each roll of her hips pulled a fresh wave of heat through them both, building something steady and devastating between them.

William’s hands slid to her hips, fingers digging in with just enough pressure to anchor her. In one fluid motion he lifted her off him—slow at first, letting her feel the long, slick drag of his cock leaving her warmth—then flipped their positions with gentle strength.

Emma landed on her back with a soft bounce, the sheets cool against her heated skin. He followed immediately, settling between her thighs, caging her with his arms braced on either side of her head.

Their eyes locked—his dark and burning, hers wide and moist with want.

She reached up instinctively, palms pressing flat to his chest, fingers splaying over the rapid thud of his heart.

"William..." Her voice was a breath, trembling.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead he notched himself at her entrance again—still slick from her, still achingly for more—and pushed in with one deep, deliberate thrust.

Emma’s back arched off the mattress, mouth falling open on a sharp, broken moan. He filled her completely in that single stroke, stretching her anew, and the sudden fullness made her nails bite into his skin.

He held there a heartbeat—letting her adjust, letting them both feel it—then began to move.

Fast. Passionate. No more slow worship.

His hips snapped forward in a steady, driving rhythm, each thrust deep enough to make the headboard tap once, twice against the wall. The bed creaked beneath them—soft wooden protests that matched the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

Emma’s moans spilled out unchecked now, high and needy and unrestrained, every exhale punched from her lungs by the force of him claiming her.

"God—yes—" she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him deeper. Her hands slid up to clutch at his shoulders, then his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she clung.

William dropped his forehead to hers, breaths ragged and mingling. Sweat beaded along his temples; a drop fell onto her collarbone and slid between her breasts.

He kissed her then—messy, hurried, swallowing her moans as he fucked into her harder, faster, chasing the edge they’d both been circling for so long.

The sound of it filled the room: her desperate whimpers, his low growls, the slick glide of him inside her, the creak-creak-creak of the bedframe keeping imperfect time with their bodies.

Every thrust pushed her higher up the mattress until her head brushed the headboard; he hooked an arm under her knee and hiked her leg higher, opening her wider, driving even deeper.

"Fuck, Emma—you feel—" His voice cracked, words dissolving into a groan as she clenched around him, fluttering hard. "So perfect. So fucking perfect."

She couldn’t form sentences anymore. Only sounds—keening, pleading little cries that grew louder with every punishing stroke. Her nails raked down his back; he hissed at the sting and rewarded her with a particularly deep grind that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Their rhythm turned frantic, desperate. The bed rocked with them now, creaking louder, protesting the relentless pace. Emma’s moans turned into something rawer—half-sobs of pleasure—as the coil inside her tightened unbearably.

"William—please—close—oh God—"

He shifted his angle just enough—hitting that spot inside her over and over—and sealed his mouth over hers again, drinking down her cries as she shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave: hard, blinding, her whole body locking tight around him. Walls pulsing, fluttering, milking him with rhythmic squeezes that dragged a guttural sound from deep in his chest.

He followed her over the edge only seconds later—hips stuttering, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a long, broken groan against her throat. Heat flooded her in thick pulses; she felt every one, trembling through the aftershocks while he shuddered above her.

For long moments they stayed like that—locked together, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other.

Then, he looked into her eyes and said, "Never...thought...I would be craving something this much."

Emma softly smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, "Save the rest for later. We need to say our goodbyes to Nana and the others."

William exhaled a sigh...he can’t wait for vacations when he would have her under him all day.