The Incubus System Chapter 1378. Demon, Angel and The Tub
The Incubus System Chapter 1378. Demon, Angel and The Tub
“Stop saying stupid things,” she said, gently chiding, like she’d felt the turn my thoughts had taken.
She straightened again and looked at me, really looked. Her fingers lifted, tracing my cheekbone, my jaw, the curve of my mouth as if memorizing me. “Ethan,” she breathed.
Then she kissed me.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was tender and sure, a promise pressed from lips to lips. I kissed her back, slow and deep, letting the heat build the way it wanted to… unforced, inevitable. The bathwater sloshed softly as we shifted, the lavender scent blooming stronger with the movement, steam blurring the edges of the world until there was only this.
My hands found her back, then her waist, learning the familiar lines again with reverence. She leaned into me, breath hitching, a soft sound escaping her that echoed off tile and porcelain. I felt it resonate in my chest, the way a note finds its harmony.
We didn’t need to rush. We didn’t need to prove anything. Desire was there, yes… bright and living, but so was trust. So was care. Every touch was a question asked and answered at the same time.
She broke the kiss just long enough to rest her forehead against mine, eyes half-lidded, breath warm.
Her lips hovered above mine, her body slick against my chest, thighs still straddling mine beneath the water.
“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered, voice soft with something between fondness and hunger.
“Yeah,” I murmured, my voice rough now, lower. “But you like me like this.”
She didn’t deny it. She didn’t need to.
Her hands slid slowly down my chest, trailing heat, her fingers splaying over my abs like she was mapping territory she’d already claimed. When she reached my hips, she paused. I didn’t. My hands found her thighs under the water, kneading gently, possessively, guiding her closer until she gasped and her breasts pressed against me again, hard nipples grazing my skin.
Her moan was soft, but it echoed anyway. Trapped between the bath walls and the tile, carried by steam and silence like a prayer that no angel was supposed to say.
I kissed her jaw, then lower, along her throat, tasting her pulse with every graze of my teeth. She tilted her head, offered more. My hand slid up her back, the other cupping one perfect breast, thumb brushing a nipple until she twitched and bit her lip.
“You always do this,” she whispered. “Make me forget what I came here for.”
“Maybe you came here for this,” I said, kissing lower still, my voice vibrating against her collarbone. “To be touched. To be reminded you’re more than divine law and borrowed righteousness.”
Her fingers moved then, underwater, ghosting down my abs, slipping lower, trailing heat with them.
When she touched me?
F*ck.
I exhaled sharply, jaw tightening, my hips twitching just once under the water before I forced myself still. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, slowly, deliberately, like she wasn’t sure if she was teasing me or testing herself. Her fingers tightened slightly, then moved, a slow stroke from base to tip that made the bath water shift with sound.
I groaned, quietly, my lips pressed to her temple. “Careful,” I warned, not because I didn’t want it, but because I did. Too much.
“You’re hard,” she whispered, breath catching. “Already.”
“Have you seen yourself?” I muttered against her ear. “Your body’s been begging to be touched since the moment you walked in.”
She gasped when I rolled my hips just slightly, enough for her to feel my length pulse against her hand. I grabbed her ass under the water, fingers digging in, kneading, pressing her closer.
Her strokes quickened, just a little. Enough to make my breath hitch. Enough to make my cock twitch in her grip.
“You know what this body is made for,” I growled. “You’ve ridden me before, Puriel. You’ve screamed on this cock.”
She shivered, lips parting.
“And yet,” I continued, kissing the corner of her mouth, “you still act like you’re the one in control.”
“I’m not?” she asked, almost teasing, stroking me again.
I caught her hand under the water. Stilled it.
“No,” I said. “You never are. Not with me.”
Her pupils dilated. Her breath hitched. Her body, flushed and glistening in the lavender steam, pressed closer again, one knee tightening around my waist.
“You think you’re dangerous,” I whispered. “But I’m the one who knows your weak spots. Every inch of you. I know what your nipples feel like when they’re grazed by just the tip of my tongue. I know the sound you make when I slip two fingers inside you while kissing your neck.”
She moaned, quiet and broken.
I kissed her, hard this time. Possessive. Her mouth opened under mine, lips hot and needy, breath fast.
Her hand still gripped my cock, but she wasn’t moving anymore. She didn’t need to.
Because I was.
Because my hips rolled again, grinding against her stomach, leaking precome into the water, my need pressing harder with every second.
“I’m gonna f*ck you in this tub,” I muttered into her mouth. “Nice and slow. With the whole house listening. And I’ll make you forget every name except mine.”
Her fingers twitched. Her breath caught.
“Say it,” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. “Say who owns you right now.”
She hesitated.
So I thrust up just once, a single wet grind of my cock between her stomach and her wrist, enough to make her choke on air.
“E-Ethan,” she whispered.
I kissed her jaw. “Louder.”
“Ethan,” she gasped, fingers clutching tighter around me again.
“That’s right,” I growled. “Your holy prince. Your demon king. Your fuckin’ center of gravity. And now?”
I shifted, grabbing her hips and lifting her slightly in the water.
“I’m going to show you just how good damnation feels.”
She gasped as I lifted her, water sloshing hard against the sides of the tub. Her thighs tightened instinctively around my waist, hands scrambling to brace against my shoulders as her grip on my cock tightened again, this time with purpose.
“Ethan—” her voice broke, half warning, half plea.
“That’s it,” I murmured, breath hot against her lips. “Hold on.”