The Incubus System Chapter 1460. Don’t Tease Me

The Incubus System Chapter 1460. Don’t Tease Me

My hand moved there automatically, thumb brushing across soft skin while she shivered hard enough to make her movements stutter for a second.

Then she moaned my name.

Actually moaned it.

Quiet.

Breathy.

And suddenly my brain short-circuited again.

Because Ruby talking filthy was one thing.

Ruby sounding genuinely needy?

Very dangerous.

She grabbed my wrist suddenly and pressed my hand more firmly against her breast with a wicked little smile.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispered. “You already made me wait.”

I snorted softly despite the heat twisting through my stomach.

“You literally broke into my room.”

“And I’d do it again.”

“Of course you would.”

Ruby laughed softly before leaning down to kiss me again. Messier this time. Hungrier. Her tongue brushing against mine while her hips kept moving with increasing desperation.

The friction alone was ruining me.

Warm flesh wrapped around my cock tightly every time she moved downward, drawing rough sounds from my throat that only encouraged her more.

“You like this body more, don’t you?” I whispered suddenly against her lips.

She blinked once. “What?”

“Ethan.”

Her fingers traced lightly down my chest. “Yes.”

Even half-horny my brain still caught the weird warmth in my chest hearing that.

Ruby smiled faintly this time. “You look easier to break.”

“That sentence sounds threatening.”

“It is.”

Then she rolled her hips sharply enough to drag a rough groan from me.

“Ngh…Ruby.”

“Ethan~.” Her eyes gleamed. “You make the best expressions when you’re trying not to lose control.”

Accurate.

But rude.

I tightened my grip against her waist and moved with her this time properly, pushing upward enough to make her breath hitch sharply.

Ruby immediately buried her face against my shoulder with a soft curse.

“Ah— Ethan…”

Yeah.

That sound definitely did not help my self-control.

Not even slightly.

The movements between us became rougher after that. Less teasing. More instinctive. The room filled with uneven breathing and soft impacts against the mattress while morning sunlight painted everything gold around us.

And somehow?

That made it feel even more intimate.

Ruby looked down at me again afterward, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with affection and obsession mixed together in the weird Ruby-specific cocktail that somehow worked on me more than it should.

“You know,” she whispered breathlessly, “I really do want to lock you in my basement sometimes.”

I barked out an exhausted laugh.

“You’d look cute tied up,” she added.

“I regret feeding your delusions.”

“No, you don’t.”

Unfortunately?

Again.

Slightly true.

I slid my hand upward into her hair and pulled her down into another kiss before she could keep talking.

Mostly because if Ruby kept speaking while moving like this, I was absolutely finished.

Actually no.

I was already finished.

The tension building low in my stomach made that very obvious.

Ruby felt it too.

Her movements became uneven. Needier. Her breaths shorter now as she clung tighter against me.

“Ethan…”

That voice again.

Not teasing anymore.

Not playful.

Just wanting.

That always hit me hardest.

I moved with her harder instinctively after that, earning a broken little moan from her lips while her nails pressed into my shoulders.

The room blurred around the edges slightly.

Warmth.

Pressure.

Breathing.

Heartbeat.

Ruby’s body trembling against mine.

Then climax hit suddenly and hard enough to rip a rough groan from my chest while Ruby buried her face against my neck with a muffled cry, shuddering against me as the tension finally snapped between us.

-Ting!

[Your Servant’s Demonic Power has Fully Recovered]

For a few seconds neither of us moved.

Just breathing.

Warm skin.

Messy sheets.

Morning sunlight.

Then Ruby laughed softly against my shoulder.

“Good morning.”

I stared at the ceiling.

“You are actually insane.”

“Yeah,” she admitted proudly. “But I’m your insane.”

That sentence should not have affected me as much as it did.

Ruby laid against my chest afterward with completely unreasonable satisfaction radiating off her while morning sunlight painted soft gold across the messy blankets.

Meanwhile my brain was slowly rebooting.

Foxy still slept peacefully near the pillow.

Completely unaware.

Or pretending to be unaware.

Could go either way.

Ruby eventually shifted slightly like she was preparing to leave, but before she could fully sit up, I caught her wrist gently.

She blinked.

“Hm?”

I looked at the clock lazily.

Still early.

Way too early for responsibilities.

I smirked faintly.

“It’s still morning.”

Ruby’s eyes immediately gleamed.

“I still have time before classes,” I muttered. “Want some more?”

The expression she made after that should honestly be illegal.

Slow grin.

Sharp eyes.

Possessive excitement.

“More?” she purred. “Like more cum?”

“You really know how to ruin romance.”

“More of this docile boy version of you,” she corrected while tracing lightly down my chest. “I like this one.”

Everyone really was obsessed with Ethan mode.

I hummed softly.

“Mm-hm.”

Ruby bit her lip immediately.

“I don’t mind.”

That answer alone flipped something in my head.

The lazy warmth disappeared.

Something darker surfaced instead.

Possessive.

Playful.

Before Ruby could react properly, I shifted suddenly and flipped our positions in one smooth motion.

Ruby gasped softly as her back hit the mattress.

Pinned beneath me instantly.

Her eyes widened.

Then gleamed harder.

Yeah.

She liked this.

Way too much.

I leaned down slowly, one hand beside her head while the other slid along her waist possessively.

Then smirked.

“Then moan louder.”

Ruby shivered visibly beneath me.

“I’ll play rough this time.”

The sound she made after that?

Absolutely not helping my self-control.

Once I started moving again, Ruby completely melted into it. Gone was the teasing girl from earlier. Now she looked breathless beneath me, flushed and needy while my hands roamed over her body more aggressively.

My lips brushed along her neck.

Her collarbone.

Lower.

Ruby’s breathing turned uneven almost immediately.

“Ethan…”

That voice.

The needy version of Ruby was dangerous because she stopped pretending to be in control.

I kissed down between her breasts slowly while she arched beneath me, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

“Look at you,” I muttered against her skin. “Already making those sounds.”