"Thank you," Lucifer groaned, his hand sliding down the mirror.

He let it all go. All the restraint, all the chilling thoughts. Thought about her, the way she looked at him just now, the fascination on her face.

Her body, responding to his fingers, forever ago, and--

His hips spasmed, and the muscles in his abdomen pulled tight. His eyes shut, and he let out a filthy moan as he spilled himself into the cylinder (thinking about her saying milk you dry in that voice--).