Third Person's POV
The muscles in his thighs and abdomen coiled with each movement, and he pushed his weight onto her as he pinned her beneath him.
He ducked his head down and joined his mouth to hers in a hungry, devouring kiss that was as demanding as the rhythm of his hips.
Lucy was no longer the previously shy demon girl and had utterly transformed into something else entirely as she crossed her slender, pale arms around his neck.
She didn't just accept the kiss but also returned it with a passionate, desperate energy of her own as this kiss and his saliva would douse her parched throat.
All her earlier shame and apprehension had evaporated and had been burned away by the raw need he was stoking within her.
