As Lucifer and Sasha finished their shower, they quickly dried off and wrapped themselves in soft towels.
With the tension between them still palpable, they made their way out of the bathroom and back to Sasha's bedroom, their bodies still warm and flushed from their shared experience.
Sasha sat down on the edge of the bed, her body still humming with desire as she looked up at Lucifer. Her gaze lingered on his muscular chest and arms, admiring the way the towel clung to his body. Despite the fact that she had told him to behave, the way his body was responding to her presence was clear to see.
The sight of him made her breath quicken, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and need. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man, and the way he had touched her in the shower had awoken a deep desire within her.
Feeling the weight of her gaze on him, Lucifer moved to stand in front of Sasha. He leaned down, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her hips, and whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "What's on your mind, Aunt Sasha? Why are you looking at me like that? You don't have to hide it; just tell me."
At his words, Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the rush of desire course through her body, which had already been stimulated in the shower. It was as if her mind was at war with her body, one urging caution and the other demanding action.
She could feel her resolve weakening, but she didn't want to admit to it. It was wrong to want him, her own nephew, but at that moment, she couldn't help but feel a deep longing for him, a need that was consuming her from within. The desire was growing inside her, pushing against the walls of self-control and reason, threatening to break free.
Sasha felt the soft brush of his lips against her ear, the warmth of his breath on her neck, and the gentle caress of his hands on her body, sending a shiver down her spine. It was like he knew exactly what to do to ignite the fire within her.
Soon, she removed the towel from her body, and she found herself leaning back on the bed, her body aching for him to take her. Her mind was screaming at her to resist, to stop him from going any further, but her body was on fire, and it didn't want to stop. It was like she had been waiting for him for too long.
Sasha knew she shouldn't be doing this, that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but her body was betraying her, urging her to surrender to the desire that had been consuming her from within.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the room as Lucifer's gaze roamed over her exposed breasts, and her breathing grew heavy. She wanted him; she wanted to feel his weight on top of her and his hardness inside her.
But something was holding him back. He didn't know how she would react when he told her the truth.
"Aunt Sasha... You are tired. I can see that. And I am not saying that in a bad way; I am saying it in a caring way. You are exhausted from your night work and lack of sleep. And now, you have just taken a shower, and you look tired, worn out, and sleepy. Your eyes are drooping with sleepiness, and I don't want to stress your body any further by having sex. Your body is telling you that it needs rest. If we have sex right now, you won't get the rest your body needs, and that's not what I want. You deserve to get the proper sleep and relaxation your body requires."
"Ugghh... You are such an asshole sometimes, Lucifer." Sasha groaned, frustrated with Lucifer's concern. But then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling her own body's fatigue and exhaustion. She realized that he was right. "Now I feel so embarrassed. Damn it! But... Okay, maybe you are right."
Sasha sighed as she opened her eyes and looked at Lucifer, a soft smile playing on her lips. She could feel his concern and care, and it warmed her heart. "My sweet, sweet Lucifer, you really do care about me. But what about your boner?"
"It will go away soon; don't worry. I am just glad you understood," Lucifer smiled and gave Sasha a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Then he got off from the top of her and laid next to her, watching her beautiful face before pulling her on top of him.
Sasha couldn't deny that Lucifer's concern and care for her well-being had made her feel special. Despite the fact that her body was aching for him, she had to admit that he was right. She was tired, and her body was demanding rest.
As she rested her head on his chest, Sasha felt his hand run through her hair and down her back, soothing and calming her. His touch was comforting and gentle, making her feel loved and cared for. She liked being wrapped up in his warm embrace, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and surrender to the feeling. Her mind began to drift, and her body started to relax.
Sasha had always prided herself on being strong and independent. She had never needed anyone before, and she had always taken care of herself. But with Lucifer, things were different. She felt a connection with him—a closeness that went beyond words, a deep and intimate bond that made her feel safe and loved.
"I can hear the sound of your heartbeat, and it is so relaxing. Thank you, Lucifer." Sasha sighed, her voice soft and gentle as she drifted off to sleep. Her breathing grew slow and steady, her body melting into the comfort of lying on top of him.
As she drifted off to sleep, Sasha couldn't help but feel grateful for the young man lying underneath her. He was like a guardian angel, watching over her and protecting her. She felt like he understood her better than anyone else in her life. He seemed to know what she needed and when she needed it.