She was practically trembling with need, shaky fingers stumbling over each button, dreading the fact why he wore this instead of a T-shirt like usual.
It took her twice as long as it usually did for her to undress him.
But he didn't mind. Not one bit.
Where she lacked patience, he would supply it for them both.
Lucifer would control the pace, making sure it lasted. He always took his time with her.
Tonight would be no exception, no matter how badly she wanted it.
He did want to make her cry a little, after all.
At the very least, he would make her eyes water.
Lucifer would blur her vision just the way she liked-the same way she liked to blur that line between pleasure and pain.
And that line between them.
He already knew how the night would go.
He had a mental library dedicated specifically to her where he would catalogue every detail.
Like the way she absentmindedly stirred her tea when she was engrossed in a book and the face she would make when she finally sipped her tea only to realise it had grown cold.
The things that made her smile, and ones that made her sad.
The things that made her cheeks turn pink and made her nipples pebble.
He added to that catalogue with every exploration of her body.
Yes, by the end of the night he would be all the way inside of her and they would be connected in so many ways.
Mind, soul and body.
It had already started.
When his shirt was finally off he lowered more of himself onto her.
Lucifer hissed against her lips as her skin touched his. She was so warm beneath him.
It made his stomach flip. He had half a mind to abandon all control and just take her fast, but she had gone through such effort with her tiny pink outfit.
He was determined to make the most of it.
Her nipples were first on the list of things he wanted to make the most of.
He latched onto one over her mesh bra, sucking hard.
Then rolled the other nipple between his fingers. She moaned loudly, hips bucking below him.
Always so responsive.
There was so much of her to play with.
He could hardly contain his excitement.
Especially as Lucifer pressed his hard-on against her stomach.
The friction was driving him mad, and the noises she was making for him made him feel like....
He switched his mouth to her other breast, worshipping it the same way.
And though he was content to do that forever, his cock was so painfully rigid he thought maybe he was due for some worship on his own.
"No, do it again!" She protested as he drew back, reaching out to pull him back against her.
He almost gave in to her plea.
But he knew that if he did she would come far too soon for her own liking.
His kitten liked to suffer a little.
And he had already planned on rewarding her.
"If kitten wants Daddy's milk tonight, she's going to have to work for it," Lucifer told her, smirking.
Hermione didn't need to be told twice.
She went straight for his belt, undoing his zipper and stuffing her face head-on with his monster of a prick.
So well trained, he thought as the heat of her mouth caressed his throbbing member.
It was so warm. So wet.
His eyes rolled back as Hermione slobbered all over him, sucking down then releasing, again and again.
She took him like she had been starving for him.
Girl savoured every inch, licking all around his shaft and slurping around his crown.
She knew exactly how much pressure he liked and and then scraped her teeth gently around his base so perfectly, nose touching Lucifer's lower belly, just the way he had taught her.
He could even faintly see his own dick moving inside her throat.
"Fuck," he breathed out, voice low and unsteady. "So fucking good, pet."
But as good as it was, he wouldn't be tempted into finishing down her throat despite how much his body begged for it.
So, instead he tightened his grip on her hair and drew her away.
Hermione looked ready to be eaten. Mouth wet, lips swollen, saliva dripping down her chin.
He couldn't help it.
Lucifer had to crush his mouth to her own, had to slide his tongue against her and taste himself there.
Blended tongues, blended tastes, body on body, soul to soul.
It was proof of mutual ownership, of mutual belonging-it was proof of them.
They weren't just two people trying to fulfil their most carnal desires.
They were two people who were the epitome of each other's desires.
And like they would have with any other desire, ambitious people that they were, the strove to obtain everything from each other with single-minded dedication.
He didn't just kiss her.
Lucifer touched her everywhere while he did, seeking out every noise she could possible make.
He squeezed her thighs knowing that he would elicit her breathiest whimper and when hiked both her legs around his waist, pressing his cock against the thin material that was covering her cunt, he was rewarded with her deepest moan.
She was equally dedicated.
When he touched her low she kept her hands high, tugging on his hair or scraping down his arms or back.
When his attention was inevitably drawn back to her breasts and neck, she slipped her hands around his waist holding him tight against her as she squirmed beneath him.
They were a perfect match in more ways than one.
But never was it more evident than when he was inside of her.
Lucifer knew he would have to go slow.
She was too far gone already. She would come quickly.
He would have to pace himself too-she had gotten him too worked up in too short a time.
Sliding into her felt unreal.
Her walls squeezed him tight, warmer and wetter than her mouth had been.
The sensation made him squeeze his eyes tight, jaw tensed in concentration.
Already, she had begun rocking her hips bringing him deeper inch by inch until he had bottomed out inside her.
It was so fucking good.
"More," she groaned, eyes welling, his cock reached deep inside her cervix, penetrating her.
She was sprawled beneath him, curls fanned out around her head, face pinched in desperation, eyes clouded with desire.
All his restraint snapped at once.
If he came so be it. He was going to fuck her hard.
Lucifer was going to punish her pussy for being so fucking tempting.
"Should have made you come first," he mumbled against her skin, while started to move inside her.
"No. Please," Hermione begged, hands squeezing at his hips as she urged him harder, "Need it now. Need it- Inside."
She began mewling then. Like the good kitten she was.
He pumped into her hard and fast, not giving a damn about the way the bed rocked beneath them.
If it broke he could just fix it.
This was exactly the way they both liked it.
Her clawing at his skin, his nose buried into her neck whispering dirty words by her ear.
"You're perfect," he said.
He kept talking until he was mumbling.
Lucifer had no clue what he was saying. All he knew was that he needed to come.
She needed to come.
Hermione'd been waiting on it for so long.
She was still holding off, letting him push himself to see how far he could go, how long they could delay it and make it last.
But he couldn't any longer.
Not with the way her body trembled against his, not with the way she began to cry out.
"Can't anymore," she wept, "I have to- Daddy please."
"Come pet, come for me and I'll come for you."
Her orgasm was instantaneous. Violent.
Her legs quaked at his side, her inner walls squeezing down on him with a spasming pulse.
His vision went black. He jerked into her, spilling himself again and again, utterly consumed by the pleasure of his release.
They stayed in that position breathing hard until their pulses calmed down.
"Felling better, kitten?"
Lucifer felt her smile and nod against his hair. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at her.
Her face was blissed out, relaxed, and sleepy.
He swiped his thumb over the wetness under her eyes-she teared up, after finally being able to feel his seed inside her.
Then he brought his thumb to his tongue for a quick taste.
Lucifer planted a quick kiss on her lips before pulling out of her.
Her lower body trembled as he did, too sensitive in the aftermath.
"Mmm," Hermione moaned as she felt his seed slowly streaming out of her, "God, I need a plug there too."
The sight of it made his heart clench.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Beautiful. As always." Lucifer traced over her tail, his fingers touching the plug.
"Should I?"
Hermione nodded, meekly. Not daring to look any more.
Lucifer gently and carefully pulled her tail out, "Here, take a look."
The entire hospital wing smelled like them.
Sweet and earthy, soft and strong, her and him-but no longer separate.
And truthfully, it had been a while since he had felt like a separate person.
He was still himself, still an individual, but no longer solitary.
Not since he'd found her.
"What do I smell like to you?" Lucifer asked her abruptly.
"Like mine," she answered without hesitation.
Hermione pushed herself into a sitting position, leaning forward to run her nose against his chest.
"You smell like new books and mint tea. And-" She sniffed him again.
"Like me. I'd snort you forever if I could."
"You can."
Her already stained cheeks darkened further-even after everything they just did. "Is that an offer?"
"It's a promise."
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