He doesn't need much coaxing to transfer his caresses to the wings. The warmth and the soft texture are seductive. He can almost feel his palms tingle as they slide across the surface. "As you wish, Master," he murmurs, submissive but a little sly. The term is as much endearment as title now.

Those hands know him all too well. He gasps as the barrier of fabric separating them from his skin vanishes, arching and wriggling into the touch. Oh, he missed this, too, and so much more than he dared admit to himself. He never stopped loving Veronica, but after love like this, undying and ruthless, nothing she could give him was quite adequate.

"Much," he agrees, voice raspy with arousal, flinging his head back to allow Lucifer better access. "I needed you."