Sex, Lucifer had learned in recent years, was at its best when it felt like you and someone you loved very much - or multiple someones - felt like a single organism. Moments like this, they were precious. Regardless of who got to come.

He let out a strangled breath, staying where he was. Not wanting to pull out yet.

But his hand slid out of her hair and carressed her cheek, her jaw, her chin.

He loved her so much.