Her hand zipped out and grabbed hold of his shirt, yanking him forward.
The force of it caused him to bounce against her inflated chest, and he had to clasp her shoulders to keep from tumbling backward.
She stared up at him, her eyes alight with determination, and his whole body seemed to ignite all at once, as if being in the aurora of her wild magic had set him on fire.
"Is this what you want?" he asked in a strained whisper.
"Yes," she breathed and promptly dragged him down to her level.
It felt as if time slowed for a second just before their lips met, a pause hovering between drifting and solid ground.
He couldn't breathe. But as soon as his mouth touched hers, all the resistance he'd felt vanished, and he couldn't imagine why he'd ever been against the idea.
It was still Hermione after all.
Unlike a dream, she felt warm and alive against him. Strong and pulsating.
A frisson of electric excitement buzzed through his lips, and Lucifer groaned, his whole body tuning to the resonance of her kiss.
Hermione pulled back slightly but didn't let go of his shirt.
Lucifer saw in her eyes a mirror of his own shocked amazement.
If he'd had any doubts about whether she really wanted to kiss him or not, they died in that instant.
Her eyes were dark with want, and she was panting as if he'd knocked the wind out of her.
"That was …" she whispered, words failing her.
"Yes," he agreed mindlessly.
Smiling, she looked down at her chest and then back up at him. "I think it's starting to work.
Lucifer studied her bulging tits and agreed that they seemed to be deflating. "Should we …?"
"Keep going?" she finished for him.
"You'll tell me when you've returned to size you prefer?"
She nodded.
Lucifer immediately leaned in again and pressed his mouth to hers.
A stream of warmth seeped from his lips all the way down to his stomach, where a pool of whirling heat writhed and fluttered.
The skin on his arms popped with gooseflesh and the prickle climbed all the way up his neck and made his hair stand on end.
She sighed against his mouth—a sigh of pure fulfillment, warm like sunshine—and his heart skidded through several beats, a sensation so alarming he gasped in a panicked breath around her lips.
The hand on his shirt loosened, and Lucifer bit back a moan as her fingertips caressed his jaw.
Before going out with her he'd never known sweetness could be a sensation.
He'd never been touched with such care.
Pulse thrumming, he pulled her closer—not realizing until a moment later that he'd only been able to do so because her chest had shrunk.
With a muffled moan, she opened her mouth ever so slightly, and when he felt the soft, slick swipe of her tongue skim his lower lip, his entire spine began to hum.
Tremulous elation shot through his groin, and his cock strained at his placket with alarming impatience.
The magnetism between their bodies dragged them closer, unrelenting. Undeniable.
They both emitted a noise of hungry surprise when the stiff bulge in his trousers collided with the warmth of her belly.
Gasping, she pulled back. "Bloody hell … is that …?"
She curled her hips against him.
Lucifer growled in the back of his throat and, without really meaning to, returned the thrust.
Her right hand dropped to his middle, her fingers catching on the waist of his trousers.
Every throbbing inch of his cock jerked toward her hand.
"I'll take that as a yes," she whispered.
He thought perhaps he should object—surely they'd both regret their actions come morning—but then she began to unbutton his flies, and Lucifer's mouth refused to raise the alarms.
He couldn't call her off. Not with her pawing at his cock like that.
Her fingers were far too nimble, so nimble in fact that she had his trousers open before the shocked inhalation could fully whip through his teeth.
Slipping her soft fingers down the top of his boxers, she caught hold of his length in one hand, and Lucifer almost came all over her.
"Hermione!" he spluttered, snagging her wrist before she could go any further.
"Yes?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.
"Did I not ever taught you the joys of patience?" he asked raggedly.
She smiled and tightened her grip. "Do you really want to lecture me about patience right now?"
Breathing deeply, Lucifer flexed his arm to stop her from stroking him. "I'd rather you not fade away from this thinking I have the restraint of a teenager. If this is really what you want, at least let me get my clothes off first."
With a cheeky grin, she released him and gracefully leaned back.
Her hands went to her robes, and he watched in amazement as she pulled open the front, baring her newly restored tits to him with absolutely none of her earlier reluctance.
To be honest, he already understood why she'd been so disturbed by the Curse of the Mistletoe Titties.
Her normal breasts were far superior to their cursed cousins, and Lucifer found himself spellbound by mother nature's artistry.
"What do you think, are they okay?" she asked, her eyes rising to meet his.
He tilted his head to the side, the ability to blink escaping him. "They do seem more … tenable now."
She smirked. "Tenable?"
His hand moved on its own accord.
Lucifer watched in fascination as the backs of his fingers brushed down the slope of her breast and then skidded over her stiff nipple.
It felt as though his hand belonged to someone else, except that a shock of electric pleasure skittered through his skin, a sensation that, if sustained, would surely drive him mad.
And she must have felt it, too, because she shivered and closed her eyes, her expression one of delight.
Lucifer reversed direction and cupped the underside, savoring the weight and warmth against his palm. "Is tenable not appropriate? Are they not more manageable now … easier to … handle?"
She gasped when the blunt edge of his thumbnail glided around the curve of her areola. "Lucifer..…"
Mesmerized, he gently pinched her nipple between his middle and index fingers. "Yes, Hermione?"
"I understand why other me's are always hungry for you."
"Oh?"
Swallowing loudly, she blinked open her eyes and looked up at him. "Stop teasing and take me to bed."
A swell of nervous energy surged through his stomach. "Are you certain?"
She moved in closer, right up against him.
With one hand, she stroked his neck, her touch unbearably soft.
The tips of her fingers drifted down over his chest, where she paused to pick at a lonely button. "I'm very sure. Do you want to stop?"
"Not particularly."
Hermione puffed out a breathy smile. "Really, because you look a little anxious."
"I'm not anxious. It's just that you've caught me off guard. I didn't expect to …"
"Shag your girlfriend after a stressful day of brewing and curse reversal?"
His mouth twitched into a half smile. "Yes. And I didn't expect this kind of behavior from you."
Her eyes narrowed. "And what kind of behavior is that?"
He saw the warning in her eye and quickly clarified. "The kind of behavior where you want a being like me at all."
"Lucifer," she said, her gaze softening, "why do you think I came to you with my problem today?"
"Because I'm the Devil?"
She goggled at him, disbelief all over her face. "I came here because I trust you … because I knew that—even if you laughed at me—you'd still help. I mean … you'd already seen me at my worst; and protected me every time. Do you think I don't consider you the one closest to me after all that?"
"So, you sought me out on purpose? I wasn't just a necessary evil?"
"Lucifer…" She shook her head with a small smile. "Do you honestly think I could kiss you like that if you were any kind of evil? Do you think I just decided to kiss you because you happened to be convenient?"
"You didn't?" he asked, then wanted to smack himself in the head.
Of course she hadn't.
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