The Incubus System Chapter 1399. Sweet Boyfriend Mode
The Incubus System Chapter 1399. Sweet Boyfriend Mode
Emma’s fingers were already moving.
Slow. Curious. Deliberate.
Not aggressive. Not trying to dominate. Just… exploring.
“You’re way too comfortable in my bed,” she murmured against my hair.
“You say that like I wasn’t invited,” I replied, my voice muffled against her skin.
She laughed softly. “Invited to talk. Not to wake up like this.”
Her hand slid down my back again, fingertips tracing lazy patterns along my spine. She wasn’t rushing. That was the dangerous part. Emma never rushed when she decided to tease.
I rolled slightly so I was half on top of her, half tangled in her sheets. Sunlight was starting to warm the room now, golden light spilling across her shoulder and down the curve of her collarbone.
“You started it,” I said.
“Oh?” she raised a brow. “By existing?”
“By looking like that at seven in the morning.”
She smiled slowly. “So this is my fault?”
“Yes. Entirely.”
Her hand drifted lower. Not hidden. Not sneaky. Just smooth.
Her fingers brushed my stomach first. Then lower.
I sucked in a breath.
“Emma,” I warned softly.
“Yes, Ethan?” she asked sweetly.
Her fingertips slipped under the waistband of my pajama pants.
Not fully. Just enough.
I let out a low groan despite myself. My hips shifted instinctively before my brain could even pretend to be composed.
She noticed.
Oh, she noticed.
A small satisfied smile curved her lips. “So dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic,” I muttered.
“You literally just groaned.”
“That was a normal reaction.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Her fingers wrapped gently around my shaft through the fabric first. Testing. Measuring.
I let out another breath. Slower this time.
I wasn’t feral. Not even close. No dark aura. No wings. No dominant presence pressing the air heavy around us.
I was just a guy in his girlfriend’s bed, half embarrassed, half very much enjoying it.
She squeezed lightly.
My hips moved again.
“See?” she whispered. “You’re not even trying to be scary.”
“I don’t need to be scary in the morning.”
“Oh?” Her hand slid properly inside now, skin on skin. Warm. Direct. “So you’re sweet morning boyfriend mode?”
“Apparently,” I said, voice dropping a little as she stroked me slowly.
She moved lazily. No rush. No urgency. Just soft, rhythmic touches that made it impossible not to respond.
I tilted my head back slightly and groaned again.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing my jaw. “You’re so responsive.”
“Stop talking like I’m a science experiment.”
She giggled.
Her fingers tightened just a bit and I exhaled sharply, hips rolling up into her touch without me even thinking about it.
“You said you wanted romantic,” she murmured.
“I did.”
“And?”
“And this is… dangerously close to not romantic.”
“Oh please,” she smirked. “This is very romantic. Look at us. Soft sunlight. Messy hair. Gentle teasing.”
She kissed me then. Slow and warm.
Her hand never stopped moving.
I let my hands slide up her waist, pulling her closer. My thumbs brushed under the edge of her robe, tracing along her sides. She shivered slightly.
“Careful,” she whispered.
“Why? You started it.”
She smiled against my lips. “I know.”
Her hand shifted again, thumb brushing the tip lightly.
I groaned louder this time.
“Emma…”
“Yes?”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Maybe,” she admitted.
She rolled her hips just slightly against mine and I felt the friction. Soft. Warm. Tempting.
I grinned despite myself. “You’re not innocent.”
“I never claimed to be.”
Her fingers slowed intentionally.
That was worse.
“Don’t slow down,” I muttered.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Now you’re giving instructions?”
“No, I’m politely requesting.”
She laughed quietly, then leaned in and kissed my neck again. Her lips trailed downward, warm and distracting.
Her hand picked up the pace just slightly, enough to make my breathing uneven.
I shifted, flipping us so she was beneath me now.
She let me.
That was the thing.
She wasn’t fighting for control. She was just playing.
I pinned her wrists gently above her head with one hand. Not hard. Just enough to feel her pulse under my fingers.
“You like teasing a demon prince?” I asked.
She smirked. “I like teasing Ethan.”
That hit different.
My expression softened for a second.
Her free hand slid down between us again, wrapping around me confidently this time.
I let out a breath through my teeth.
“You’re impossible,” I said.
“And you’re melting.”
“I’m not melting.”
She squeezed.
Okay, I absolutely was melting.
I leaned down and kissed her deeply, slow and intense. Not feral. Not dominant. Just heat building naturally between two people who clearly knew each other too well.
Her legs wrapped around my waist again.
My hips rolled instinctively into her hand.
She smiled into the kiss. “See? Sweet boyfriend mode.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, smiling.
She shifted slightly beneath me, robe slipping further off her shoulder.
I paused for half a second, just looking at her.
Sunlight on her skin. Hair a mess. Lips swollen from kissing.
She looked unreal.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“Can you blame me?”
Her cheeks tinted faintly pink.
That alone almost undid me.
Her hand tightened again and I groaned openly this time, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
She laughed softly. “So not feral.”
“Not yet,” I murmured.
“Good,” she said quietly.
I lifted my head and looked at her properly.
“You don’t want feral.”
“I want you like this,” she replied honestly. “Warm. Relaxed. Here.”
That settled something in my chest.
I kissed her slower this time.
Her hand continued moving, steady and confident, drawing quiet sounds out of me that I didn’t bother hiding anymore.
My hips rocked gently with her rhythm.
It wasn’t wild.
It wasn’t dark.
It was playful. Intimate. Sweet with a sharp edge of desire.
Emma’s hand never stopped moving, but now there was less hesitation in her touch. Less testing. More intention.
Her fingers slid down fully and tugged at my waistband.
“Ethan…” she murmured softly.
I lifted myself just enough to help her. My pajama pants slipped lower over my hips. Cool morning air brushed against heated skin, and then…
She freed me.
My cock sprang up immediately, hard and flushed, already aching from how long she’d been teasing me. She paused for half a second, just looking at it. Not shocked. Not embarrassed.
Just… thoughtful.