Lucifer wanted to touch himself so badly, the instinct almost overrode all sense. It was that mental image that kept him where he was, clinging to the bed in a desperate attempt to keep his hands busy.

To endure the pleasure, the sounds she was making.

He managed to turn his head just enough to catch sight of her from the corner of his eye.

Octavia, moving like a bloody conqueror.

He whimpered into his arm.