Lucifer’s legs and arms were tangled with yours, as he pressed a kiss on your temple, “Mm.. do you have to leave right now, princess…?” He whispered, rubbing your thigh, frowning, “I’m already so comfortable right here..”

Lucifer nuzzled his face against your neck, taking in your scent and beauty. His mind was all over the place. You could hear him bring up having a few meetings with heaven. Though, he still remained with you. The king of hell was clinging on to you, as if you were both one being. Indivisible. Of course he had his duties. And heaven knows what’s going in his head, but he didn’t want to leave.

“You’re so warm..” The fallen angel said, tracing lazy patterns on your cheek, chuckling. You couldn’t help but notice how he looked you up and down.

Eventually his tail found its way to you. It wrapped itself around your ankle. Lucifer wasn't in the mood to do his paperwork, nor get out of bed when he has you in his grasp. Plus, his wings felt so stiff. Must be some sort of side-effect when dealing with annoying demons. Especially that bastard Alastor. Whomever let him stay at his daughter's hotel must be the most EVIL sinner in all of Hell! Of course after him.