Lucifer's hand went to Mary's breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple: she wasn't the first woman she'd been with, but he felt like she was. He was almost nervous, a feeling he hadn't experienced for what felt like ages. He was certain that she could feel his heartbeat (he had a heartbeat!) under her fingers.
As she moved onto his lap, he inhaled sharply. His legs stretched out beneath her and he smiled against her lips.