Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 297: Oh Fuck... Please (R18+)

Even as the ache deep inside him grew sharper.

Evelyn’s hips rose, grinding against him, and a quiet, needy sound escaped her.

Everly’s hand curled around the back of his neck, her lips at his throat, her teeth grazing the skin.

He couldn’t hold off any longer.

And he didn’t want to.

He reached between them, his palm cupping her, his fingers dipping in, feeling how wet she was.

His eyes stayed open, locked on hers, watching her pupils dilate, her lips part, her breath catch.

And then he leaned forward and kissed her, slow and deep, his tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her again. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Everly’s arms were around him now, her body arched, her hips rolling, her skin hot against his.

She was lost in him.

They all were.

The world fell away, and all that mattered was this room.

This bed.

These two people.

No fear.

No pain.

Just the three of them.

Together.

The sheets had pooled lower now, tangled at the bottom of the mattress.

And no one cared.

No one had to.

They were beyond the point of caring.

It wasn’t a question of wanting or not wanting anymore.

It was a simple fact.

Ethan moved his hips closer, and his hand drifted down her thigh, hooking behind her knee, pulling her leg up and around his waist.

The air between them had grown heavier. Heavier with heat, with hunger, with desire.

He pressed forward, his cock slipping along her pussy, the tip bumping her clit, and a soft gasp broke free from her mouth.

Ethan stayed like that, not entering her yet, just rubbing against her, feeling the warmth and slickness between them.

The scent of their bodies mixed with the heat and sweat.

His blood was hot, pounding hard.

But none of that was what turned him on.

It was the look in her eyes.

The way her chest heaved.

The flush on her skin.

The taste of her lips.

He wasn’t trying to dominate her.

He wasn’t trying to control her.

He wasn’t trying to prove anything.

He was just trying to be there with her.

In that moment.

With the person who saw him.

And understood.

Her legs tightened around his waist, her hands pulling him closer.

Their breaths were shallow.

Their pulses are rapid.

Everly’s mouth moved down his throat, her teeth nipping lightly, and a low groan rumbled in his chest.

They weren’t kissing now.

They weren’t touching.

They were just breathing.

The three of them, inhaling and exhaling.

Breathing each other in.

Holding each other close.

Keeping time.

And the seconds passed, one after another, their bodies connected, the space between them getting tighter, the air growing warmer, the energy sparking.

Until finally, their eyes met again.

The connection was clear.

This was it.

No turning back.

They could’ve said a lot in those moments.

Made jokes.

Played coy.

But the truth was, there was nothing more to say.

The moment had arrived.

They had all been waiting for it.

Ethan pressed into her.

Everly sighed, her back arching, her head falling back.

And when her eyes opened, there was a new intensity to them.

This wasn’t about a quick release.

It was about something much deeper.

Much heavier.

He pushed farther, and her legs clenched tighter, and a sharp hiss escaped her mouth.

She was so wet, her body was already responding, welcoming him in.

He rocked gently, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Their chests touched, their faces close, their breathing heavy.

Her eyes never left his.

Not when he slipped his hands under her and lifted her, nor when his hips flexed, his cock thrusting in fully, filling her.

There were no words.

Only sighs and gasps.

His heart was beating faster.

Sweat mingling with the air.

She clung to him, her body adjusting, his stretching her.

And when they moved again, there was no doubt or hesitation.

Only certainty.

A feeling of rightness.

Of completeness.

Her hands clutched his sides, her hips rising, her breath ragged.

He pulled back slowly, then pushed forward, and the friction made her shudder, a tiny cry escaping her.

His cock pulsed, and the urge to come grew stronger.

But he wasn’t thinking about the finish.

All he could focus on was her.

Her pleasure.

Her needs.

Her desires.

That’s what mattered.

Not his.

And that made him slow down, savor, and breathe.

Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his palms. Her hair was damp with sweat, the loose strands sticking to her face.

The sound of her voice was music.

Soft.

Needy.

Yearning.

It filled him, and it made him want her even more.

The air around them crackled with electricity.

And their movements sped up, and their breath caught, and their hearts beat harder.

They didn’t kiss.

They didn’t touch.

They just breathed, their faces inches apart, their eyes locked.

There was no need to rush.

They had all the time in the world.

And that was exactly what they did.

They took their time, finding a rhythm, letting the waves of pleasure build and ebb and crest and crash.

It was a steady dance.

An unhurried, sensual exchange.

Like a conversation without words.

A conversation of movement, heat, and sensation.

A language only their bodies could understand.

The minutes slipped past.

Nothing existed except the bed and the three of them.

Just flesh and blood and desire.

Their skin glistened with sweat, their hair clung to their foreheads, and their lungs burned.

But neither of them pulled away.

Neither of them broke the connection.

Not for a single moment.

Until finally, her back arched, her fingers dug into his arms, and her mouth fell open.

"Oh fuck."

It was barely a whisper, a hoarse, choked cry.

"Please."

Ethan didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

He just waited.

And watched.

The pleasure washed over her, her muscles clenching, her eyes squeezing shut.

It was beautiful.

He drank it in, feeling her body shudder beneath his, the wave of bliss taking her, sweeping through her.

Then she went limp, her breathing shallow, her pulse racing.

But she didn’t let go.