Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: You still hungry?
Ethan didn’t answer. His hands stayed on Lilith’s waist, steady and relaxed. His eyes moved between them, a little slower now, like he was soaking in everything without having to speak.

Lilith shifted slightly, her legs adjusting around his lap, her body pressing even closer. She reached back, picked up a small dessert cube, and brought it to her lips, biting it in half.

The other half, she pressed gently to his lips, feeding him again without a word.

Seraphina, standing now beside his chair, began to feed him from her side, another fruit slice, then a piece of meat dipped in sauce. Her movements were just as slow and intentional.

He was no longer focused on the food.

He was focused on them.

The way Lilith leaned into him with every bite, how her lips lingered when she shared hers. The way Seraphina’s hand would brush his jaw or slide across his shoulder between bites.

Every movement was smooth, and every touch felt natural, like something they’d done a thousand times.

“Not talking anymore, Ethan?” Lilith murmured, her fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him in close.

He didn’t answer. He was too busy taking another piece from her lips, his mouth closing over her fingers slightly before she pulled away.

He didn’t know why this felt so good.

He didn’t care.

All that mattered was right here, right now.

Lilith and Seraphina.

Together.

Their bodies were warm against him, their breath hot in the air, and the look in their eyes was a mixture of affection, hunger, and pure satisfaction.

His hands stayed on her waist. Their fingers lingered near his mouth. They kept feeding him, one piece at a time, their motions growing slower and softer with every bite.

Eventually, neither of them reached for food anymore.

Lilith’s body pressed tight against his, her chest flush against his, her lips brushing his neck.

Seraphina, next to him, was leaning over his shoulder now, her lips just off to the side of his neck, her hand tracing his jawline.

Both of them, together.

He didn’t ask.

And he didn’t care who started it.

Because within seconds, he felt the kiss.

A light press of the lips.

At the base of his neck.

From one of them.

Maybe both.

Or maybe, they shared.

Either way, he didn’t care.

The kiss was slow.

Steady.

Warm.

And it lasted.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but that contact.

Then it deepened.

The kiss grew longer, heavier.

A faint hint of tongue.

And that’s when Ethan realized he wasn’t being fed anymore.

Because the hands were moving now.

Not holding.

Caressing.

The gentle brush of fingers became a firm, possessive grip, and the heat that had been building beneath his skin rose to the surface—a slow, simmering warmth.

His hands slipped further around Lilith’s waist, pulling her body against his, and she didn’t hesitate.

Her hips shifted.

His hips pushed up.

They didn’t speak.

No one did.

The kiss stayed slow, but it didn’t fade. It was just… there, soft, constant,, and steadily deepening.

It felt different from the other times.

This wasn’t rushed or urgent.

There was no sense of time, or fear, or stress.

It was just them.

Together.

The room was still, except for the sounds of their breath.

Lilith was still in his lap, her lips against his neck. Her arms slid around his shoulders, holding him closer.

Seraphina had leaned forward, her lips still against his neck. She wasn’t kissing him, though. She was breathing him, taking his scent into her lungs, and savoring it.

One hand slid along his cheek, turning his head slightly to give her better access. Her teeth grazed his skin, and her lips followed. The heat beneath his skin was rising steadily now.

His fingers gripped the curve of Lilith’s waist, pulling her tight against his body. He wanted more.

Ethan didn’t speak. He couldn’t, really.

His breath had slowed, but his heart hadn’t. It was steady and full, beating strongly under Lilith’s chest, which pressed firmly into his with every shift of her hips.

She wasn’t grinding and just moving—slow, subtle adjustments that made it impossible to ignore how close they were.

Seraphina’s fingers moved from his jaw to his chest, tracing a soft path down the center. She stopped just above his stomach, palm flat, feeling the warmth of his skin under hers.

He closed his eyes for a second, letting it all soak in.

The room felt hot now.

Not from the food or the lighting.

From them.

The weight of Lilith in his lap. The closeness of Seraphina at his side. The way their bodies surrounded him, not aggressively, not in a hurry, just present. Full of quiet intention.

Lilith’s lips brushed along the edge of his jaw, slower now. Not kissing, just staying close and feeling him.

Her hands slid across his shoulders again, wrapping around his neck with a grip that felt less like holding and more like keeping him tethered, like she didn’t want him to drift too far away from her body.

Seraphina leaned down, her cheek close to his. Her breath touched his skin again. One of her legs brushed against his from the side.

Then her hand moved, not teasing, just touching, firm along his chest, like she was grounding him.

“You still hungry?” she whispered.

It wasn’t a tease.

It was genuine.

Ethan’s hand slid up Lilith’s back. He didn’t answer.

Not with words.

He pulled her tight against him and kissed her.

And the way she responded, she told him everything.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs adjusting around his waist.

She didn’t hesitate.

Neither did he.

Their mouths met, and his senses flooded with the taste and warmth of her, his tongue sliding along hers.

He breathed her in, his chest rising and falling heavily.

This wasn’t a quick or casual kiss.

This was slow.

Savoring.

Deep.

She leaned into him, her breath quickening, and the heat under his skin rose, steady and constant.

He couldn’t hear her thoughts. He couldn’t sense her feelings. But he could feel her body, warm, solid, and alive, pressed tightly against his.

They kissed like they had all the time in the world, their breaths blending, their chests rising and falling.