The Incubus System Chapter 940. Primal Urges

The Incubus System Chapter 940. Primal Urges

Her hands trailed down my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, until her chest pressed against mine, the heat of her body searing through me like a wildfire. And in that moment, with her so close I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, I knew I was lost.

“Uh… More,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire as I struggled to catch my breath. It was like I was addicted to her touch, craving more of the pleasure she alone could provide. My primal urges surged to the surface once again, demanding satisfaction in the most primal of ways.

And as she withdrew her lips from mine, the hunger in her eyes mirrored my own, a silent promise of more to come. I wanted her to explore every inch of my body, to lose myself in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure that only she could provide.

Her movements grew more insistent, her hips rocking back and forth, grinding against me in a way that made my cock throb with desire. And as she looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with the same intensity that I felt coursing through my veins, I knew that she felt it too.

With every thrust, every subtle shift of her hips, she drove me to the brink, leaving me gasping for air, desperate for more. Her hands roamed across my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, the sensation mingling with the heat that already consumed me.

The pleasure built, each movement driving me closer and closer to the edge, the pressure mounting with every passing second.

And as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice breathless and husky. "I know you want this, Ethan..." she whispered.

I couldn't help but groan, the sound echoing through the room, my body wracked with a mixture of pleasure and agony. And as her movements intensified, the heat within me growing with every passing moment, I felt my control slipping, the last shreds of my self-control evaporating into thin air.

The air thick with the heady scent of desire as Olivia and I lost ourselves in the rhythm of our bodies moving as one. Every touch, every caress, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.

But just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the door swung open. My heart skipped a beat as Camila entered the room, her eyes wide with shock, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding on the bed.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked, the weight of her presence hanging heavy in the air. But even as panic threatened to consume me, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Olivia, from the intoxicating spell she had cast over me.

Ignoring Camila's presence, Olivia continued her movements with a single-minded focus, her hands roaming my body with a newfound urgency that sent my senses reeling. Our ragged breaths mingled in the air.

But what struck me the most was the change in myself, in the way I responded to Olivia's touch. Gone was the usual arrogance, the need for dominance that had always driven me before. In its place was something raw and primal, a vulnerability I had never dared to show before.

With each passing moment, I found myself letting go, surrendering myself entirely to the pleasure she offered, my face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy. And as I let out a low groan, my body trembled with the intensity of the sensation.

Despite Camila's unexpected arrival, I couldn't bring myself to stop, to deny myself the pleasure that Olivia alone could provide. And as she continued to move with a grace and finesse that left me breathless, I knew that I was powerless to resist.

I found myself consumed by a single thought: I wanted more. More of Olivia's touch, more of her kisses, more of the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to consume us both.

And as Olivia's movements grew more urgent, driving me to the edge of sanity, I felt a surge of desire unlike anything I had ever known before. With each thrust, each subtle shift of her hips, I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the brink, my body aching for release.

"I'm close," I announced between my ragged breaths.

Her movements intensified, her hips grinding against mine with a ferocity that sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing over me. And as she looked into my eyes, the heat in her gaze reflected the raw intensity that burned within me.

With a final thrust, I let out a primal roar, my body exploding in a haze of ecstasy that left me breathless, my chest heaving, my skin glistening with sweat.

[You have gained EXP!]

[Your Demonic Power is fully charged!]

Olivia collapsed against me, her breathing labored, her eyes heavy-lidded, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. She looked at me, her gaze filled with the same intensity that had consumed us both, her skin flushed, her cheeks stained with a hint of crimson.

And as I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion rush through me. It was like she had seen me, had stripped away the layers of arrogance and bravado to reveal the demon lord beneath her.

"Why did you guys start without me?" Camila's voice sliced through the air, pulling my attention away from the whirlwind of sensations Olivia had stirred within me. I turned to look at her, my gaze lingering on her figure as she entered the room.

Camila wore a sweet, casual dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. With each step she took, her presence commanded my full attention in a way that I couldn't ignore.

But before I could formulate a response, Olivia wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. “He came early. So I decided to seduce him a bit," she said with a teasing smirk, her voice dripping with playful mischief.

A teasing smile tugged at the corners of Camila's lips as she sauntered over to us, her eyes dancing with amusement. “I can see that,” she replied, her tone light and playful as she took in the scene before her.