Lucifer fucked her faster. She looked lost in thought. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested it.
He didn't want her to worry about it; she had enough on her plate.
He needed to distract her and pull her back into his path. "I dreamt about you last night, pet."
Hermione snapped back to the present and met his eye. "Really? What?"
He had no intention of relaying the entire dream. It was too personal.
"We were out back in my garden at Lux. You were on your knees, sucking me."
Hermione grinned. "I want to do that in real life. Fucking in balcony was pretty good..."
Lucifer smirked. "If it's what you want, I'll find a way."
She struggled against his hands, testing how firm his grip was.
He squeezed tighter. "I want it," she assured him.
She wouldn't be able to keep her hands off him in the Summer Holidays.
"Please fuck me harder."
"Stay calm. We've got all morning."
Forcing herself to relax, she watched his face.
He always looked so serious when fucking.
It was sexy as hell.
He kept rubbing her clit with his pubic bone and then shifting back, making her arch for it.
Another orgasm appeared on her horizon.
She wished she could grab his bum and force him to hit her at just the right angle and speed.
Fighting against his iron grip, she encouraged him to hold her tighter.
Lucifer growled at her and shifted, using both his hands to pin her wrists on either side of her head.
The change in position gave him better leverage, and he gained the balance he needed for more speed.
Even though she pulled at her hands, the rest of her body felt loose and pliable.
He'd never seen her "relax fight" before.
It was hilariously contradictory.
"What is it, pet?"
Blushing, she looked away.
His movements slowed. "Tell me."
"I don't know," she muttered. "It's stupid. Please don't stop. I'm getting close."
He gave her a couple hard thrusts then went back to slow. "I can't give you what you need if you don't tell me. It's not stupid if it turns you on."
She sighed. "I just like seeing how strong you are, okay? See, now you've made me say something cheesy and cliché."
He had to laugh at her embarrassment. "Nothing wrong with that. It fits right in with your submissive proclivities."
"You already knew, didn't you?"
He smiled and resumed the quick pace. "I see the way you look at me when I pick you up and toss you around the bed."
She blushed brighter thinking about it. "I just wanted you to pin me harder."
"I don't want to hurt you right now, pet. You're still healing."
"My hands are going numb."
Lucifer let go of her wrists. "You should have told me sooner."
"I didn't want you to stop." Her limp hands lifted to his shoulder and traced down his bicep.
The way his muscles twitched and hardened as he fucked her was beautiful.
It wasn't just the strength. It was visual. Visceral.
"I know, pet. We can go back to normal next week. You should be better by then."
She slipped her arms around his neck. "Will you lie against me? Use your weight to hold me down?"
Lucifer nodded and pressed his chest to hers.
Usually the prolonged closeup of that position made him feel like a bug under glass, but it was getting easier.
She kissed his lower lip. Her brown eyes appeared scorched, the pupils like craters in the center.
Leaning in, he returned her kiss. Once he started, he couldn't stop—didn't want to.
She whimpered and moaned, her tongue pulsing in time with his hips, fucking his mouth.
His balls were getting dangerously tight.
Hermione felt the pressure behind her clit increase.
One more step and she'd be at the top, ready to be pushed in a free fall back to the bottom.
She couldn't breathe. His body pressed all the air out of her, and his mouth cut off her oxygen.
His hips ground into her, and the swirling heat pooled in her sex.
With the first squeeze of her pussy, he started to come.
Lucifer sucked her tongue into his mouth, trapping her there. Her arms tightened around him, pulling him closer.
He felt her heart pounding against his.
Fast like a rabbit. When the ache in his balls faded away, he released her tongue but kept his lips on hers.
Hermione felt as though he'd sucked her brains out of her head.
Her body thrummed from the orgasm and she felt heady from panting through her nose for so long.
Her face had gone tingly hot, as if she'd just come in from the cold.
He didn't let go of her when it was over; everything just got slower and slower, like a dying battery.
His tongue searched her mouth, afraid that if he broke contact the pleasant hum coursing through his veins would stop.
She kept running her fingers over his neck and chest, making his skin twitch and purr.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, he carefully rolled them both over, taking care not to disconnect.
Electricity needed a circuit. One hand strayed to the back of her neck, just to make sure she didn't break the current.
She didn't. Snuggling against him, Hermione let him invade her mouth—and then mounted her counterattack.
It gradually got easier to breathe, especially now that she'd taken the top position.
His cock still moved inside her, but she could feel it fading; she didn't mind as long as he stayed inside her.
Hermione didn't know why he was so intent on kissing her, but she wasn't about to complain.
How such a snarky man got to be such a good kisser, she couldn't imagine, but she'd damn well enjoy the end result.
Her belly kept flipping and settling like an anxious flapjack every time he tickled the roof of her mouth.
Lucifer ran one hand down to her bum. He felt as though he'd taken a hit of that Tranquility Draught he given her.
The room rotated in a dragging circle like a turntable on its last leg.
Lucifer held her by the head and deepened the kiss, swirling into her mouth and then drawing her into his.
She made a noise of contentment and rolled her hips into his, shifting his prick around inside.
He had no idea how long they'd been going at it.
Maybe it was time to send her back to her room.
Leaving a piece of himself inside her had left him groggy and slightly disoriented.
When he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, he gave in.
He'd have to break the magic sometime.
They couldn't spend the rest of their lives kissing in his bed like a couple of teenagers.
Cupping her face, he held back her head so he could see her.
She looked just as far gone. Pressing her frazzled head onto his shoulder, he checked the clock.
There wasn't enough time to go back to sleep, but she didn't have to get back to her room just yet.
Groggy kisses peppered his neck, and he ran his hand along her jaw, back into her hair.
"Stay tomorrow night," he whispered, barely audible over the fire.
She heard the words rumble through his chest and nodded. "Same time."
"Earlier."
Hermione smiled into his neck. "I have to study, but I'll be here as soon as I can without looking suspicious."
"I'll give you the same potions. You should be back to normal by Monday."
"Can we have sex before the potions tonight?" she prodded.
He smiled into the darkness. "I don't know. I enjoyed your babbling praise last night."
"What babbling praise?" She didn't remember saying anything untoward.
"You don't remember claiming I was your favorite person?"
"No. Did I really say that?"
"Ugh," he sighed, putting his hand over his chest. "You wound me, Madam."
She giggled and kissed his neck. "Just because I don't remember it doesn't mean it isn't true. What else did I say?"
He rubbed his face. "You begged me to tie you to my desk and bugger you till you screamed."
"Did I?" 'Sounds like me.'
"Yes. Then you said you wanted me to tie a leash around your neck and show you off at the bar...."
She pulled back and studied his face. That wasn't one of her fantasies.
"No, I didn't."
He grinned. "Yes, you did. And where do you think I got that idea about letting Samael watch. That was all yours."
She laughed, couldn't help but exclaim after being found out.
"I mean you took me on a pet walk in the morning, with a leash around my collar before....." She'd actually been afraid she'd said something overly personal.
"What else did I say?"
"That you'd been having naked class time with me in your head."
A blush tinged her cheeks. "Well, that could also be true."
"Tranquility Draught Hermione is very honest. Maybe I should press you for information tonight."
"What if you don't like what you hear?"
"I'm a big boy, I can take it."
"You already know everything about me. There isn't anything to confess."
He checked the time again. "You'd better start getting dressed, pet. It's almost seven."
She kissed his cheek and extricated herself from him.
She could feel his seed dripping out like a viscous memento.
"Don't wear your plug today. Leave it here."
"Okay." She rolled out of bed and padded over to her clothes.
They were warm from the fire. Once she was dressed, she went to the mirror to try to do something with her hair.
Anyone who saw her like that would know what she'd been up to. It was hopeless.
She balled it into a bun and haphazardly wrapped the elastic around it.
Lucifer appeared behind her in the mirror.
He turned her around then leaned down and kissed her.
Her hair issues were quickly forgotten.
Fifteen minutes later, he let her go, and she wandered back to her room with her lips tingling—his face all she could see.
xxxxxx
Author's Note
If you want to Read 45+ Advanced Chapters ahead of everyone. Support this novel, join me on Patreon!
Link - patreon.com/SmutDxddy
We have a stockpile upto Chapter 795 for you to binge-read! 😋
Hermione's Kitten day, going loo outside in the garden, if you'd like to Read now! 😈
Only 2 Days left! 🎉