The Incubus System Chapter 1164. Me and My Step Sis

The Incubus System Chapter 1164. Me and My Step Sis

Tiffany opened her mouth to say something, but I caught her chin with two fingers and guided her gaze back to mine.

“I can be patient,” I said, voice low and rough. “But don’t mistake restraint for lack of power.”

Her breath hitched. “Ethan…”

“I want to feel you melt in my hands,” I whispered, brushing her lips with mine without kissing her yet. “I want to hear you say my name like it’s the only thing that matters.”

She trembled under my touch. I felt her hands slide up to my chest instinctively, fingers fisting my shirt, not pulling me away but pulling me closer.

“I…” she whispered, voice almost lost.

“You what?” I murmured, teasing now, my mouth brushing against hers—so close, just not enough.

She finally leaned up, trying to kiss me, but I pulled back slightly, lips curling. “Say it, Tiff.”

Her brows pulled together, frustrated, flustered. “I want you,” she breathed. “Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I kissed her again—but this time, not slow. Not tentative.

This time, I took control.

I deepened the kiss, pressing her back into the couch with the weight of my body, one hand sliding behind her neck, the other firm on her waist. She gasped into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, devouring her hesitation with every movement. She responded quickly—clumsily, still learning—but eager, hungry. I guided her with every motion, showing her what it meant to let go and let me lead.

When she fumbled with her rhythm, I adjusted—tilting her head just right, taking her lower lip between mine until she matched me perfectly. I could feel her melting under the pressure, her resolve crumbling with every second our bodies stayed this close.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her legs shifting beneath me, instinctively hooking around one of mine.

I broke the kiss, and her breath escaped in a desperate, shaking gasp.

But I didn’t stop there.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, tasting the pulse in her throat. It jumped at my touch.

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if I wanted, I could have her right here.

I could have her now.

I could have her in every possible way.

And yeah, I would claim her.

But not yet. I needed more foreplay.

I drew back, my voice soft, low. I could see her pupils dilate even further, the heat of my gaze sinking into her like a drug.

I spoke a few words, low and quiet.

"I will ask you once again, Tiff. Are you sure about this?"

Her lips parted. She didn't answer immediately. Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. "Yes."

It was all I needed.

"Then I accept."

I moved so fast she didn't have time to register it. My mouth met hers again, the kiss searing and desperate, our bodies colliding. This time, my hands slid under her dress, palms hot against her skin. She arched into my touch, her own hands clutching at my shoulders, pulling me in deeper.

I had to admit, there was a part of me that enjoyed this—the innocence, the way she responded. She didn't have the experience to know how to hide her pleasure, and yes, I knew I was the one teaching her.

My hands found her breasts, already bare beneath the fabric. She inhaled sharply, breaking the kiss, eyes fluttering. I didn't waste time. Instead, I moved down her body, dragging her dress off her shoulders and exposing her skin.

She was beautiful. Pale and lean and perfect.

And yes, her nipples were pink.

I grinned, and without a word, I ducked my head and took her into my mouth, tongue and teeth grazing against sensitive flesh.

She cried out, hips bucking. Her fingers curled into my hair, and I could feel the pressure.

But I didn't care.

Instead, I kept going. My hand trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the hem of her underwear. I found her slick, ready.

She was still so damn shy.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She didn't hesitate. "No. Don't stop."

"As you wish."

And then, I showed her what it meant to be pleasured by a demon and my dominance over her.

My two fingers slipped inside her, making her moan and her eyes roll back. The pleasure was so intense it made her dizzy.

Her hands were everywhere. Clawing at the couch, pulling my hair, gripping my shirt. She was lost in the moment.

Lost in me.

"E-Ethan!"

My free hand slid up her chest, cupping her breast, thumb grazing her nipple. She arched into the touch, breath catching.

I let out a low, dark chuckle. "Do you want me?"

"I... I... "

"Answer me, Tiff."

She moaned.

"Tell me what you want."

"You," she breathed. "I want you."

My mouth brushed her collarbone, then lower. "I want to taste you. May I?"

She didn't respond immediately. Her whole body trembled with anticipation.

"Please," she whispered.

I smirked.

Slowly, I moved lower. Kissing her stomach, her thighs, and then I settled myself between her legs, pushing them apart.

She didn't stop me.

She didn't pull away.

She was so close, her eyes fluttered shut.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice a low purr.

She nodded.

And then, I licked her.

She shuddered.

My fingers were inside her, and her hips bucked.

I moved slow, deliberately, my mouth finding her clit.

I was relentless.

I was merciless.

Her nails dug into the couch, and her voice grew louder.

"Oh fuck, Ethan!"

And then, her legs began to shake.

And I felt her cum.

Hard.

She was moaning and screaming and panting, her entire body trembling.

I licked her cum from my fingers, and looked up at her. It tasted sweet like honey.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were closed. She was breathing heavily.

"Was that good?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips—like I wasn’t the same Ethan she thought she knew.

She didn't speak. She couldn't.

But her nod was all I needed.

I smiled.

"Good. Now, let's continue."

She didn't protest.

I took off my clothes. My shirt, my pants.

I was naked.

Her eyes widened.