Chapter 307: Crimson Moonlight**

The library tower felt smaller somehow, the air thicker with unspoken need. Lucifer’s shadows had dimmed the lanterns hours ago, leaving only the crimson moonlight filtering through the tall arched windows. It painted Luna’s skin in shades of blood and silver, highlighting the soft curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath her loose robe, the way her dark hair spilled over one shoulder. Luna’s breath trembled against his lips as they broke the second kiss. Her fingers stayed tangled in his silver-white hair, her body pressed flush against his on the wide cushioned bench.

"This is only my second time," she whispered, cheeks flushed. "Don’t... don’t be gentle just because of that. I’ve waited long enough."

Lucifer’s crimson eyes darkened with hunger. He cupped her face, thumb brushing her lower lip.

"I won’t break you," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But I won’t hold back either."

He kissed her again—deeper, slower, savoring the way she melted into him. His hands slid down her sides, finding the tie of her robe. One tug and the fabric parted, revealing pale skin and the simple black lingerie she wore beneath. Luna shivered as cool air kissed her exposed flesh.

Lucifer’s mouth left hers, trailing hot kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. He nipped lightly at her pulse point, drawing a soft gasp from her. His shadows coiled around them like living silk, supporting her as he lowered her fully onto the bench.

"You’re beautiful," he said against her collarbone. His hands cupped her breasts through the thin lace, thumbs circling her already hardening nipples. Luna arched into the touch, a quiet moan escaping her.

He peeled the bra down, freeing her breasts. They were soft, perfectly shaped for his palms. Lucifer bent his head and took one rosy nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling, then harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper. His free hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"Luce..." Luna’s voice was breathy. Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in. She was already wet—he could smell it, the sweet arousal mixing with the scent of old books and moonlight.

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other breast. Sucking, licking, biting softly until both nipples were swollen and glistening. Luna’s hips rolled instinctively against his thigh, seeking friction. He pressed his leg between hers, letting her grind against the hard muscle while he continued his worship.

After long minutes, he kissed lower—down her stomach, over the curve of her hip. He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. Luna’s thighs parted shyly, revealing her glistening pussy. Pink, swollen, dripping with need.

Lucifer groaned at the sight. He settled between her legs, broad shoulders spreading her wider. His breath ghosted over her folds.

"Second time," he reminded her softly. "Tell me if it’s too much."

Then his mouth was on her.

He licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. Luna cried out, back arching sharply. He did it again, savoring her taste—sweet, musky, utterly addictive. His tongue circled her clit with deliberate pressure, then dipped lower to push inside her tight heat. He fucked her with his tongue, slow and deep, while his thumb rubbed firm circles over her clit.

Luna’s hands fisted in his hair, hips bucking against his face. "Oh gods—yes, right there—"

He hummed against her, the vibration making her tremble. One finger replaced his tongue, sliding into her slick channel. She was so tight, clenching around him desperately. He added a second finger, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her while his mouth sealed around her clit and sucked.

Luna came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers, gushing wetness that he licked up greedily.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking, gentler now, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny with her arousal.

Luna looked wrecked—hair messy, breasts heaving, eyes glassy with pleasure. She reached for him with trembling hands.

"Your turn," she whispered.

Lucifer let her push him back against the cushions. She straddled his lap, robe long discarded, and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue. Her hands worked at his clothes until his cock sprang free—thick, hard, veins pulsing along the impressive length.

Luna wrapped both hands around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Lucifer groaned, hips twitching. She lowered her head, pressing soft kisses along his shaft before taking the head into her mouth.

"Fuck, Luna..."

She sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the bead of precum. Then she took more—deeper—until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head with increasing confidence. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, the other cupped his heavy balls, massaging them gently.

Lucifer’s hand rested on the back of her head, not forcing, just guiding. His shadows caressed her back, her ass, teasing between her cheeks. Luna moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine.

She worshipped him—long, wet sucks, sloppy kisses along the underside, tongue tracing every vein. Saliva dripped down his shaft, making her hand glide easier. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes watery but full of lust and love.

Lucifer pulled her off gently before he lost control.

"Enough," he rasped. "I need you."

He flipped them, laying her on her back once more. Luna spread her legs eagerly, pussy still slick and twitching from her earlier orgasm. His cock rested heavy against her folds, sliding between them, coating himself in her wetness.

He rubbed the thick head against her clit, teasing, until she was whimpering and trying to pull him inside.

"Not yet," he growled, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth again. He sucked hard while grinding his cock against her entrance. One hand pinched her other nipple. The other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he tortured her with slow, deliberate slides.

Luna was panting, nails raking down his back.

"Please, Luce... I want you inside me. I need—"

He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her words. His cock nudged her entrance, stretching her slightly, but he held back, only giving her the tip before pulling out again. Over and over. Massive, torturous foreplay that had her sobbing with need.

Shadows wrapped around her thighs, spreading her wider. He sucked on her breasts again—harder this time—leaving faint marks while his cock continued its maddening tease against her dripping pussy.

Luna’s second orgasm hit without warning, triggered by the relentless stimulation. She cried out, body shaking, pussy clenching around nothing.

Only then did Lucifer finally position himself at her entrance, thick head pressing against her soaked folds, ready to push inside and claim her completely.