The Incubus System Chapter 1320. You’re Burning Up

The Incubus System Chapter 1320. You’re Burning Up

A slow smile spread across my lips, dark and pleased.

“Good.”

My tail slid across her thigh, lazy and possessive.

I lowered my mouth to her neck, teeth grazing her pulse.

“Because I’m going to take my time.”

She whimpered softly.

Her skin was warm under my lips, too warm, like her whole body was flushed from waiting. Her heartbeat fluttered against my tongue as I dragged it slowly up the side of her neck, savoring the salt-sweet taste of skin that begged to be touched.

I moved slow. Calculated. Predatory.

My fingers slipped under the fabric of her torn dress, just below the swell of her chest. I curled them. Pulled.

The fabric gave with a soft rip.

Camila gasped... half shock, half desperate thrill.

Her body jerked slightly against the ropes as I peeled the cloth back, baring skin inch by inch. Her chest rose to meet the cold air. Her thighs clenched. She was already soaked. Already there. And I hadn’t even started.

I hummed deep in my throat as I trailed my hand up her ribs, fingers brushing the underside of her breast, then slid back down to the curve of her waist, tracing the sensitive line between teasing and torment.

“You’re burning up,” I murmured against her jaw, voice slow and heavy like honey. “All this time waiting for me… and you’re this close to losing it?”

She gave a ragged breath.

I licked again, this time down her collarbone, my tongue tracing the pulse that throbbed just below her skin. My lips followed. Kisses. Soft. Hot. Dangerous. I let them linger—just long enough to make her arch, to make her squirm and tug at her restraints like her body didn’t know whether to run or beg.

Then I found the sweet spot just beneath her ear and sucked.

Camila moaned.

Her legs writhed under the pressure. Her fingers flexed in the bindings. I pulled back just a bit and looked down at her.

Her lips were parted, her breath unsteady. Her entire body trembled.

Then without a word, she opened her mouth wider and stuck out her tongue.

Like she was asking.

No. Begging.

My smirk deepened.

“I see,” I said, voice thick with heat. “You do miss me.”

She nodded, slow and breathless, her tongue still out, eyes glassy and pleading.

I leaned down again, kissing her mouth, this time deep. Thorough. My tongue slid against hers, slow and dominating. She whimpered into my kiss, hips rolling beneath me, thighs squeezing like she needed friction. Like every nerve in her body was tuned to me and me alone.

When I finally pulled away, her tongue followed mine like it didn’t want to stop. Her lips glistened, pink and swollen. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked ruined already, and I hadn’t even unwrapped her fully.

“You miss me, Camila?” I asked, voice soft, low, intimate.

Her voice cracked as she answered, barely able to form words around her panting breath.

“I miss you… a lot,” she whispered. “Miss you so much… Damian.”

That made something tighten in my chest.

Not just my body. My soul.

I reached up and brushed a strand of messy hair from her cheek, my fingertips warm against her burning skin.

“I know,” I said, quieter. “I’ve been busy.”

She nodded again, eyes pleading.

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “I just wanted you. Even once. Just… like this. Just yours.”

I didn’t speak.

I didn’t need to.

I dipped my head again and kissed her slower this time, softer. Not because I was holding back. But because I wanted her to feel it.

Not just the incubus.

Not just the heat.

But me.

Her demon. Her obsession.

And if this was how she wanted to be reminded?

So be it.

I pulled more of her clothes aside, slowly exposing more of her to the room, to the candlelight, to my gaze. Her thighs parted easily now, like her body was melting under my touch. My hands ran down the length of her legs, kneading into soft muscle, smoothing over trembling skin, brushing just close enough to where she burned without giving her the satisfaction of contact.

Camila let out a frustrated sound, half plea, half sob.

“Patience,” I said, dragging my tongue across her inner thigh. “You asked me to ruin you. That means no shortcuts.”

She squirmed, moaning as I licked higher, circling, never quite touching the spot she wanted. I kissed the inside of her knee, her hipbone, the dip of her lower stomach. I made her tremble with the absence of contact. Every second she begged in silence, the ropes creaking faintly with how much she strained against them.

When I finally kissed between her legs, it was slow. Reverent. Like worship.

“Ahn~” she cried out.

Her hips bucked. Her legs tensed around my shoulders.

But I didn’t let up. I didn’t speed up. I took my time. Licking. Kissing. Sucking softly, like she was the sweetest fruit I’d ever tasted and I had all the time in the world.

And when I pulled away again?

She looked wild.

Hair a mess. Lips swollen. Eyes dark with desire. Wrists red from tugging. Her chest rose and fell like she’d run a marathon.

Her voice came out hoarse.

“Please,” she whispered.

I tilted my head.

“Please what?”

She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Please ruin me…”

I leaned in again, kissed her softly, and smiled against her lips.

“You’re not even close to ruined yet,” I whispered. “But don’t worry…”

My tail coiled around her ankle, slow and firm.

Not to restrain her, but to claim her. To remind her.

She shivered under me, skin flushed and dewy from heat, breath coming in soft whines. Her legs trembled with anticipation, thighs parted just enough, body arched like a bow strung too tight. Every part of her looked like it was begging for contact. Pressure. Ruin.

Bound, breathless, wide-eyed.

Her chest heaving, her wrists trembling against the ropes, her lips swollen from how many kisses I stole and how many more she wanted to give back.

Note: I will upload the pics in discord server tomorrow.