Lucifer: Godless Reawakening-Chapter 247: Forgive me, Darling**

William was in the middle of changing into the clothes Vitori had prepared for him.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as Nana’s laughter echoed in his mind. They had been in the backyard, tossing a ball back and forth, her bright giggles filling the air. Even now, the memory lingered warmly in his chest.

If he could, he would have stayed with her a little longer. But they needed to return to the academy and avoid stirring unnecessary drama.

He had already spoken to Nana about it, and he was relieved she hadn’t cried this time. Though sadness had flickered across her face, she had told him that as long as they kept surprising her with unexpected visits in the future, she would be happy.

Of course, he intended to visit her whenever he got the chance. After the midterms, the students would receive half a month of vacation.

He planned to spend that time with Nana and his father. And naturally, he had a few plans involving Emma as well, though he would keep those to himself for now.

Just then—

Click.

As if summoned by his thoughts, a silver-haired figure stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind her.

Her narrowed blue eyes fixed on him. Silence settled between them for a few long seconds.

William stood there in nothing but his pants and said, "I’m changing..."

She locked the door and walked toward him in slow, deliberate steps. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you ignoring me?"

He shrugged lightly. "I’m not ignoring you. That’s just your imagination."

Emma scoffed. "We both know that’s not true. So tell me, what happened? You were perfectly calm this morning, and then suddenly you changed."

William let out a quiet hum before asking, "What do you think? What could be the cause?"

Emma’s breath faltered. She knew exactly what had upset him. Lowering her gaze, she murmured, "That’s the only thing I can’t tell you."

William folded his arms across his bare chest. "Then I have every right to be upset with you."

Emma let out a frustrated sound before shooting back, "And what was that about at breakfast?"

A faint smile touched William’s lips. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Emma stepped closer until his back met the cupboard. "You knew exactly what you were doing, Will. If Nana and the others hadn’t been there... I swear..."

"What would you have done?" William challenged, his eyes sharpening with mischief. "What could this innocent flower possibly do?"

Emma narrowed her gaze. "Do you still think I’m that naïve girl who gets flustered every time you tease her?"

William chuckled. "Aren’t yo—"

His words died as she suddenly closed the distance and kissed him.

The force of it caught him off guard. There was nothing hesitant about the way her lips moved against his. She seized his hand, lacing their fingers together as she pressed herself firmly against him.

His breath faltered when her kiss deepened, stealing the rest of his protest and leaving him momentarily stunned.

Her hand then slid down, unbuckling his pants, which made him gasp, "E-Emma...?"

The silver head silently whispered, "Please...I want you..."

Her voice held both hunger and plea.

William’s heart was beating restlessly as he gave her a brief nod.

She sank to her knees, her fingers clumsily unhooking his pants before it slid down and exposed his boxers.

His shaft was already straining against the fabric, a small dark stain visible.

"I thought you were mad at me?" She asked with a teasing smile.

William groaned, "Something can’t be controlled even with my powers."

Emma giggled before she finally took a gentle hold of his heated shaft.

It has been just two days and yet she couldn’t forget how it felt, in her mouth, inside her.

That night, she was too dazed but right now, she was much more conscious.

Her fingers curled lightly around the thick outline of him through the cotton, feeling the insistent pulse beneath.

She didn’t rush. Instead she traced the length of him with slow, deliberate strokes—thumb brushing up the underside, then circling the swollen head where the fabric had grown darkest and clingiest with precum.

William’s breath hitched, then came out long and ragged. His hands flexed at his sides as though he were fighting the urge to thread them into her hair and guide her.

The muscles in his abdomen tightened visibly with every careful pass of her palm.

"You’re shaking," she murmured, voice soft and a little awed, eyes flicking up to meet his.

"Two days," he answered hoarsely, "feels like two fucking years."

A small, pleased sound slipped from her throat. She pressed her cheek briefly against the hot, cloth-covered length—nuzzling, letting him feel the warmth of her skin—before her fingers finally slipped beneath the waistband.

She tugged the boxers down inch by torturously slow inch.

The moment his manhood sprang free it bobbed heavily, flushed dark and glossy at the tip. A fresh bead of precum welled up and slid down the underside in a lazy trail. Emma’s mouth watered at the sight.

She maraveled the sight before her for a few moments. Admiring her male god with all reverence.

She wrapped her hand around him properly this time—skin to skin—and gave one long, gliding stroke from root to tip, twisting very gently at the crown the way she’d learned made his hips jerk.

They did now; a low, broken groan tore out of him and his head tipped back for a second, throat working.

"...Emma."

She smiled against his thigh, lips brushing the sensitive skin there while her hand kept that same unhurried rhythm—firm enough to feel every ridge and vein, loose enough to tease.

Her tongue flicked out first—just the softest, kitten-lick over the slit, gathering the salty bead that had formed there. William sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

Then she opened wider and took the head into her mouth, lips sealing snugly just below the ridge. No deep slide yet. Just gentle suction, tongue swirling slow, lazy circles around the sensitive crown while her hand continued stroking the shaft in time with the soft bobs of her head.

His fingers finally found her hair—not pulling, just cradling—trembling.

"Goddamn," he whispered, voice wrecked. "You’re gonna kill me like this."

She hummed around him in answer, the vibration making his thighs tense and his shaft kick hard against her tongue. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Only then did she finally sink down further—slowly—letting him fill her mouth inch by velvet inch until her lips met her fingers and her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base.

William’s groan was long, guttural, almost pained with how good it felt.

And Emma stayed there a moment, breathing through her nose, eyes moist, throat tense, simply holding him in wet heat while her tongue pressed flat along the underside and pulsed once... twice...

...before she began to move.

However, just then, *knock* "Emma?"

William clicked his tongue hearing Sherry’s voice.

Just when he was feeling good...

Emma slowly slid the shaft out of her mouth, still holding it, slowly stroking it as she said, "I am busy, Sherry. William is with me."

There was a yelp from the outside before they hurried steps fading away.

Emma grinned and looked up, "Don’t worry, Darling. I am not letting you go until you forgive me."

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.