Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 296: Bit More Foreplay Before The Fun Begins 2

The night stretched on, and their bodies moved together with more certainty now, more rhythm. They weren’t fumbling. They weren’t pretending.

They knew each other.

And they wanted this.

Not for escape. Not for some high or distraction. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Just because it felt right.

Because after everything—the pressure, the danger, the expectations—this was theirs. This one moment, this one space, this one night, belonged only to them.

And no one could take that away.

Ethan shifted a little, guiding Everly onto her back, and she didn’t hesitate.

She let him, her hand gliding slowly across his side, her fingers finding the curve of his shoulder and resting there.

He stayed like that for a moment, his gaze locked on hers, her lips parted, her breath uneven, the flush in her cheeks spreading down her neck and chest.

He could see her, not just the physical person beneath him, but the emotions, the feelings, the trust, the vulnerability.

All the things people try to hide but can’t anymore.

She wasn’t asking for anything.

She wasn’t demanding, or pushing, or rushing.

She was just... there. With him. And she wasn’t scared.

Ethan let his eyes travel slowly, drinking her in. The slope of her collarbone. The way her stomach dipped between her hips. The soft rise and fall of her chest.

She was beautiful.

He leaned down, meeting her lips again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and hers met his, both of them tasting the night.

They didn’t rush.

There wasn’t any point.

The room was still warm, and the sheets had slipped lower now, leaving her nearly bare, her silver hair tousled against the pillow, her pale skin almost glowing in the shadows.

Ethan lowered himself slightly, their bodies pressing closer, her thighs spreading to wrap around him.

His fingers brushed over her hips, down the length of her leg, then back up, lingering on her inner thigh, not with the intent to tease, but to enjoy the moment.

To feel how she breathed harder when his fingertips found the edge of her, and the way her skin grew warmer, and the tiny sounds she tried not to make.

She was sensitive, but not desperate, and it wasn’t because he was doing some magic incubus seduction shit.

It was just because the three of them had found their own rhythm now, a quiet, steady tempo that kept them locked in.

The air around them had changed, thickening, growing more charged. But no one felt the need to move faster.

Everything was unhurried, drawn out, almost dreamlike.

Time wasn’t the enemy here.

They had plenty.

And they were using it.

Their breaths matched, and their pulses, and their touches.

They had learned each other’s bodies enough to know exactly what spots were sensitive, and they weren’t holding back anymore.

Everly’s hand drifted down Ethan’s arm, then to his hip, her palm gliding over his ass, and she sighed against his neck when he pressed into her.

She was hot. She was ready.

And he didn’t need anything else to know it.

Their kisses became more frantic now, tongues moving faster, hands gripping harder.

They needed more than skin. They needed touch.

Their mouths met again, and their tongues tangled

And Ethan understood.

This wasn’t about taking or giving. It wasn’t about dominance or control.

It was about the same thing they’d done all evening, the thing that made the rest possible.

Trust.

A shared sense of connection.

A feeling so rare that most people didn’t know what it was anymore.

They didn’t have to say it.

They didn’t have to spell it out.

But everyone in the bed knew exactly what was happening, and no one was fighting it.

They wanted this.

Not as a way to numb something. Not to make themselves forget.

As a way to remember.

To hold onto something they were afraid of losing.

This wasn’t about a superpower, or some crazy sex magic, or anything.

It was simply about letting go.

The second Ethan permitted himself to stop fighting it, his whole body seemed to melt, and the tension finally loosened in his chest.

Evelyn’s fingers slid back into his hair, tugging his head toward her. She wasn’t rough, but she wasn’t shy.

She wanted him, and she didn’t bother hiding it.

Ethan kissed her hard, his mouth opening wider, his tongue tasting the roof of her mouth.

When he pulled away, his lips were wet, and the heat between them had grown thicker.

His hands were still at Everly’s hips, but the distance was smaller now.

He was holding her.

She was holding him.

And the world outside the window was far away, nothing more than a faint reminder of a place where everything wasn’t quite like this.

But tonight, they had left that place behind.

Ethan’s mouth found the hollow of Evelyn’s throat, his tongue flicking over the pulse. She sighed, tilting her head, letting him have more.

She didn’t make a sound, but he felt the change in her.

In this way, her legs spread, inviting him closer.

In the way, her heart thumped faster against his lips.

And in the way, her hands moved from his shoulders, down his chest, and stopped at his waist.

Everly’s nails were light, trailing lines along his skin.

They weren’t hard, or demanding, or needy.

Just there.

Feeling him.

Touching him.

Making sure he was real.

His hand brushed the side of her ribs, his fingers tracing a line from her hip up toward her chest, his thumb skimming lightly over the soft swell of her breast.

Ethan didn’t grab her.

He didn’t pull.

He didn’t take.

Because that’s not how the night was supposed to be.

He just pressed in, their bodies connecting, the weight and heat sinking in, making the silence feel louder somehow.

Everly’s lips grazed the underside of his jaw, the tip of her nose brushing against his throat, and his eyelids flickered closed, letting him sink deeper into the moment.

Every move was slower.

Softer.

He didn’t want this to end.

None of them did.

Even as his heartbeat quickened, and his breathing hitched, and his cock throbbed.