Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 295: Bit More Foreplay Before The Fun Begins

Everly’s hand had slid up again, tracing over his heart now, her fingers barely moving, just pressing lightly every few seconds, as if syncing herself to the beat.

Meanwhile, Ethan’s hand slid into Evelyn’s hair, guiding her just enough to let their foreheads rest together. She didn’t speak. She just exhaled, and that was enough. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Their bodies began to move again, not with urgency, but with meaning. The rhythm wasn’t forced or rushed—it was slow and heavy with the kind of closeness that doesn’t need to be explained.

They kissed again, deeper this time, and whatever tension had lived inside Ethan—the kind that never left, even when things were quiet—finally started to break apart.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t crack like glass. It just softened, little by little, like his body had been holding back for too long and had finally found something real to lean into.

It wasn’t about power. It wasn’t about needing to lead or follow. It was just about being in that bed with the two people who had seen him at his worst and never walked away.

They were touching each other without fear, without hesitation, and each movement made it clear that none of this was a game.

It wasn’t about lust that burned hot and disappeared. It was about something that had already been growing for a while—something warm, steady, and real.

Ethan let out a slow breath as Evelyn’s fingers moved down his back, her palm smoothing over the line of his spine, her body pressing in just enough to feel the way his heart was beating.

Everly’s hands were still at his side, one sliding down to his hip, the other slipping over his ribs, her thumb brushing lightly every few seconds, like she was trying to memorize his shape with nothing but touch.

There was no noise in the room except for the sound of breathing, soft and steady, the occasional shift of skin against skin, and the quiet rustle of the sheets when someone moved just a little closer.

No one was in a hurry. No one was chasing anything. They were just there, touching, holding, breathing.

Everly leaned forward and kissed his chest again. It wasn’t playful this time. It was slow and firm, her lips staying there for a few seconds longer before moving up toward his neck.

Her mouth brushed just under his jaw, and then she stayed there, resting her forehead against him while her hand slid lower, over his stomach, stopping just above his waist.

Evelyn was close too, her breath warming the side of his face, her hand moving slowly across his chest now, her legs tangled with his under the covers, her bare skin smooth and warm against his.

Her lips brushed his cheek, then paused at the corner of his mouth, and when he turned to meet her kiss, it wasn’t hard or deep—it was slow, open like they were tasting something they’d been holding off for too long.

The heat between them wasn’t sharp. It was the kind that built slowly, in waves, one touch at a time.

Ethan didn’t feel like he had to do anything special. He didn’t have to perform or impress. He just had to be there.

And they made it easy to stay. Every movement was soft, every touch deliberate, not teasing or withholding, just... honest.

They weren’t pulling at each other like they were starving. It wasn’t like that. They were exploring each other in a way that felt steady and personal.

Fingers slipped under the fabric. Lips moved across the skin. There was no rush to take everything off all at once.

Instead, they peeled back layers slowly, quietly, piece by piece, until what was left wasn’t just their bodies—but the way they looked at each other without flinching.

Ethan’s hands found their way down Evelyn’s back, tracing the curve of her waist, holding her gently as she pressed more of herself against him.

Her breathing picked up just a little, but she didn’t speak, didn’t ask. She just let herself be there with him.

Everly moved too, her body gliding over his from the side, her hand now slipping behind his neck to pull him into another kiss—this one longer, a little hungrier, but still held back, as if they all wanted to stretch the moment out for as long as they could.

And they did.

They took their time, not because they were unsure, but because this was the kind of moment that didn’t need to be rushed.

The covers slipped lower. Their skin pressed tighter. Their kisses deepened. Their hands roamed more boldly now, still slow, still careful, but no longer holding back from each other.

Ethan felt Everly’s leg slide over his, Evelyn’s hand brush low over his abdomen, and the heat that had been growing for the past hour settle deep in his stomach.

And none of it was scary. None of it felt wrong. If anything, it felt overdue.

They were already too close to stop now, too wrapped up in each other to pretend like sleep was coming anytime soon.

And honestly, none of them wanted it to. The only thing they wanted was more of what was already happening.

More skin.

More closeness.

More of the warmth that came from knowing the people around you didn’t need a reason to want you. They just did.

Ethan reached up, threading his fingers through Everly’s hair as she kissed just beneath his ear again, then let his hand drift over Evelyn’s side as she moved her hips closer to his, her breath catching in his mouth as they kissed again.

Their bodies were flush now. Every inch of skin pressed against him felt like it was saying something words never could.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

And even if someone had walked in right then and broken the moment, it wouldn’t have changed anything because this wasn’t just about physical touch.

It was about what came with it—the trust, the care, the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need to be labeled to be real.