Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 298: Good... Because I Don’t Think We Are Either (R18+)

Instead, her legs tightened, pulling him in.

And when her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, there was only one word that came out.

"More."

The night deepened. The shadows grew longer. The sheets shifted.

No one spoke.

The room was too warm, and the air was too heavy, and the sounds were too intense.

It was like a fever dream.

Everything was slow and blurred.

Every sensation was heightened.

They didn’t just make love—they consumed each other.

Ethan had lost track of how many times they’d changed positions, how many orgasms they’d shared, or how long the darkness had stretched on.

All he knew was the heat.

The closeness.

The intimacy.

They were completely absorbed in each other, the whole world shrinking to a single bed, a single room.

At some point, they had started moving faster, and their breathing had gotten heavier, and the need had become stronger.

Evelyn’s thighs gripped his sides, her breasts swaying with each thrust.

Everly was underneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Ethan’s hands slid up her spine, pressing her closer, his tongue tracing the hollow of her throat.

The air was thick and heavy.

And they were close, the pleasure building, the urgency growing.

He felt it in the way Evelyn’s thighs tensed, and the way Everly’s hips rolled, and the way their chests rose and fell with every breath.

They were all lost in the moment.

Lost in each other.

Their bodies had melted together, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, heat to heat.

The room was hazy, the shadows deep, the silence broken by sighs and gasps and whispers.

Ethan felt the familiar tension grow inside him.

His muscles tightened.

His skin flushed.

His heart pounded.

It wasn’t just his.

They were all there, riding the edge, the pleasure pushing them higher.

They were going to fall together.

Fall, and land, and breathe. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But the most incredible thing happened.

It was as if the world suddenly slowed down.

Time froze, and everything paused, and for a brief second, the three of them were the only people in existence.

Just them, in this room, holding each other, their hearts pounding in sync, their souls linked.

And it was the most intense, overwhelming, exhilarating moment of Ethan’s life.

He didn’t think.

Didn’t hesitate.

There was no doubt, no uncertainty, no fear.

There was only trust, and connection, and desire.

They moved as one, their bodies syncing, the pleasure washing over them.

The tension released, and they were falling.

Falling, and landing, and breathing.

Everything faded.

The room.

The bed.

The sounds.

It all became background, the only things that mattered the three of them.

The heat.

The closeness.

The intensity.

It was all-consuming, like being swept away in a flood.

Ethan didn’t know where his body ended, and theirs began.

He couldn’t tell who was touching whom.

All he knew was that they were there.

And this moment belonged to them.

When his mind finally cleared, the first thing he saw was Everly.

Her head was resting on his shoulder, her face turned toward him.

He could see the rise and fall of her chest, feel the warmth of her skin.

There were no walls, no pretenses, no masks.

Just her.

The real her.

Open and vulnerable and completely unguarded.

His gaze moved to the side, finding Evelyn, her eyes still closed, her breathing heavy, her silver hair tousled, her cheeks flushed.

They were a tangled mess of limbs, skin, and sweat.

Ethan had no idea how much time had passed.

All he knew was that the world had never looked so bright, so full, so beautiful.

Evelyn stirred, her eyes opening slowly.

He could feel the heat coming off her body, see the sheen of sweat on her skin.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, and their breaths were shallow and heavy, but no one made a move to get up or pull away.

They simply lay there, basking in the afterglow.

Meanwhile, the other twin was curled against him, her body still radiating heat, her breath tickling his skin, waiting for her turn.

"You two are going to suck me dry." Ethan sighed.

"I know. Aren’t we great?" Everly’s voice was a soft purr, her fingers trailing lightly across his stomach.

"You know it," Evelyn said, her voice equally playful.

They lay like that for a while, enjoying the moment, until finally, Evelyn broke the silence.

"We should probably get cleaned up."

Everly sighed, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Can’t we just stay like this?"

"As nice as that sounds, we’re sticky, and gross, and probably need a shower," Ethan said.

"Fine, fine. You’re right." Everly’s sigh was long and drawn-out, but he could tell from the glint in her eye that she was happy.

They untangled themselves from the bed and made their way to the bathroom. The tiles were cold, and the lights were dim, but none of that seemed to matter.

The hot water washed over them, and their hands found each other, and their lips met, and the steam enveloped them.

There was no awkwardness. No shyness. Just the simple joy of being close.

And maybe it was the afterglow, or the exhaustion, or the relief of finally releasing the tension, but Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so good.

But while he was lost in thought, Everly, who was standing in front of him slowly brought her hand and placed it on his still rock hard penis.

Evelyn’s gaze traveled up, her eyes locking with his. "Looks like you’re not done."

"No. I guess not." He was a little embarrassed at how quickly his erection returned.

"Good," she said. "Because I don’t think we are either."

The water flowed over their bodies, the heat soothing their muscles, the steam softening the edges of the world.

Ethan was aware of every inch of her.

Her curves.

Her scars.

Her strength.

He traced the line of her hip, the arch of her back, the softness of her lips.

And they didn’t stop.

Their kisses grew deeper.