Incubus System In a World of Women
Chapter 34: "Beg~" (R-18)

Chapter 34: "Beg~" (R-18)

I slipped inside to find her room lit by a single candle, casting dancing shadows across silk sheets and elegant furniture. Cassandra was sitting up in her bed, wearing a thin nightgown that left very little to the imagination.

And with my enhanced sight, it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The nightgown was sheer silk that clung to every curve of her body like liquid moonlight. Through the translucent fabric, I could see everything—the perfect shape of her full breasts, nipples already peaked with arousal, the gentle curve of her waist flowing into the flare of her hips. The material was so thin it might as well have been painted on, revealing the absence of anything underneath.

Her flame-red hair spilled over her shoulders in waves that caught the candlelight, and her emerald eyes held a heat that had nothing to do with her fire magic. I could see the subtle flush spreading across her skin, the way her breathing had quickened the moment I entered, how her pupils had dilated with desire.

She’s been thinking about this all evening. About me. About what we did earlier.

"I was wondering when you’d come," she said softly, her voice husky with desire and anticipation. As she spoke, I watched the way the silk shifted across her breasts with each breath, the fabric so delicate it moved like water.

Can’t turn down a beauty’s invitation, can we now?

I closed the door behind me and turned the lock with a soft click.

"Miss me already?" I asked, moving toward the bed with deliberate slowness.

"You have no idea," she breathed, pulling back the covers in clear invitation. The movement made her nightgown ride up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs and the tantalizing shadow between them. "I’ve been lying here for an hour, feeling your presence outside in the gardens, knowing you were close but not with me..."

The emotional connection works both ways. She’s been as restless as I have. And from what I can see, just as aroused...

My enhanced perception caught every detail of her body’s response—the way her skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, how her breathing made the silk nightgown rise and fall in hypnotic rhythm, the subtle dampness I could detect even from across the room that told me exactly how much she wanted this.

"Well," I said, beginning to unbutton my shirt while drinking in the sight of her, "we can’t have that, can we?"

Her smile was pure sin and promise, and I watched her tongue dart out to wet her lips in unconscious invitation.

"Not when we have so many more hours until dawn."

Six more days until the academy. But tonight... tonight is ours.

I let my shirt fall to the floor and watched her eyes darken with hunger.

Some invitations are too good to refuse.

I slid my hands under the silk nightgown and dragged it up, inch by inch, until it bunched around her hips. Cassandra didn’t stop me. She lifted her arms like a goddess ready to be unwrapped, and I peeled it over her head, letting it slip from my fingers and float to the floor like it didn’t matter.

Because it didn’t.

Not when her bare skin was glowing in front of me, warm and soft and impossibly inviting. My enhanced sight caught every perfect detail—breasts full and begging to be touched, waist narrowing into hips that flared just enough to make my mouth water. Every inch of her was flushed and trembling, and her legs had parted just enough for me to see exactly how ready she was.

This view never gets old. And apparently neither does my reaction to it.

"You’re gorgeous," I whispered, brushing my thumb across the curve of her hip, then trailing it down between her thighs.

She gasped as I found that perfect spot and started circling it slowly, barely touching, just enough to make her hips twitch.

"And you’re being slow," she whispered, breath catching.

Damn right I am.

"Exactly," I said, sliding two fingers deep and steady into her wet heat. "You’ll thank me for it later."

She arched, crying out, her hand flying to my wrist but not to stop me—to keep me there, to anchor herself against the sensation.

Already so responsive. The bond makes everything more intense for both of us maybe?

I lowered my mouth to her breasts, kissing, teasing, biting lightly just to feel her buck under me. Her fingers threaded into my hair again, nails scraping my scalp as I licked her nipple slowly, then sucked, drawing a moan that turned into a soft, broken curse.

"Ahhh~"

That sound. She makes the most incredible sounds when I—

Her legs wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me closer. But I wasn’t rushing. Not yet.

Patience, Marcus. Make this last.

I slipped my fingers out of her, dragging them up her stomach, leaving a wet trail as I moved over her. She looked up at me with those emerald eyes glazed with need, mouth parted, body begging.

"Turn over," I murmured.

She blinked once—then obeyed without hesitation.

Good girl. The bond is making her trust me completely.

Her back arched as she got on her knees, ass in the air, head turned slightly so she could still see me. I knelt behind her, dragging my hands along her thighs, her hips, her lower back. Then I leaned forward and kissed the base of her spine, feeling her shudder beneath me.

This position gives me perfect access, perfect control. And from the way she’s trembling, she knows it.

My hands gripped her waist and I pressed against her entrance, teasing just the tip—slow, steady, deliberate. Her hips pushed back instinctively, but I held her still.

"Beg," I whispered against her ear.

She groaned in frustration. "Marcus—"

"Beg," I repeated, brushing my mouth against her shoulder. "Let me hear how much you want this."

In this world, women don’t beg men for anything. But she’s going to beg for me.

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