Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 58: Careful, I Might Take That As Permission

Seraphina’s eyes sparkled.

"Good."

She didn’t say anything else right away. Her fingers stayed gently over his, her golden eyes never leaving his face.

Ethan could feel his heart thudding in his chest—not from fear or nerves, but because this moment was real.

It wasn’t a joke or playful teasing like earlier in the day with the twins.

This was different.

Seraphina wasn’t rushing anything. She wasn’t pushing. But the message was clear.

She wanted him.

Not just because of what he could do or what he was becoming—but because he was Ethan. Her little brother who wasn’t so little anymore.

The boy she watched grow up, the one she’d protected from a distance, guided him through life in her own quiet way.

Ethan swallowed, not moving his hand away from hers.

"You’ve always been ahead of everyone," he said softly. "And I’ve always felt like I was playing catch-up."

"You’re not anymore," she said. "You’ve caught up, and soon you will pass me in some ways."

He let out a small breath, trying to smile, but it came out a little shaky. "Coming from you... that means a lot."

Seraphina moved a little closer, just enough that their knees touched. Her hand slid up slightly, resting gently on his thigh—not in a bold way, but like she just wanted to be closer.

"It’s weird," she said quietly. "I’ve spent years keeping things professional. Keeping my distance."

"Because of me?"

"Because of what it might mean if I didn’t," she admitted. "But now? I’m done pretending I don’t feel anything."

Her voice was calm and even, but there was a kind of weight behind it. Like she’d been carrying this for a long time.

Ethan looked at her hand, then back up at her face. "So you really meant it. You’ve felt this way for a while?"

Seraphina nodded once. "Yeah. A long while."

He didn’t know what to say. Part of him wanted to ask why she never said anything. Another part already knew.

Timing, age, everything they had to balance—their unusual family, their powers, and the way the world saw them.

Instead, he said something simple.

"I’m glad you came tonight."

A small smile pulled at her lips. "Me too."

The quiet stretched again, but it wasn’t awkward. Just warm.

Seraphina shifted slightly, sitting sideways on the bed now so she could face him better. Her thigh brushed against his, soft and warm through the silky fabric of her nightgown.

The way the gown clung to her made it impossible not to notice how stunning she looked, but Ethan forced himself to focus on her face.

Her eyes. Her voice. The emotion there.

"I know this is new," she said. "And I’m not expecting anything right away. But I do want to be honest. I want you, Ethan. All of you. Not just for a night."

Her hand moved again—slowly—until it rested over his chest, right where his heart was beating.

"I want the real thing."

Ethan stared at her for a long second, eyes searching hers.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

Instead of answering with words, Ethan reached up and gently took her hand, holding it against his chest.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "It’s okay."

Seraphina moved a little closer.

They were sitting close on the bed now, and their sides were touching. There was no space left between them.

Seraphina leaned her head against his shoulder and let out a soft breath, like she’d been holding it in for a long time.

"You’re warm," she mumbled.

"So are you," he replied.

They sat like that for a while.

No pressure. No rush.

Her fingers curled into his shirt slightly, and he let his head rest against hers.

"I used to think this kind of stuff was impossible for us," Seraphina said after a while. "All the expectations, the outside noise, the way the world looks at us..."

"I still think about that sometimes," Ethan admitted. "But lately... I just care about what we want."

She smiled. "Exactly."

Her hand moved again, this time resting gently over his stomach.

He felt the heat from her touch, even through his shirt.

The air in the room had shifted. It wasn’t tense, but it was charged—like something unspoken was slowly building.

"I’m not gonna lie," Seraphina said quietly. "This gown wasn’t for sleeping."

Ethan let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah. I kind of figured."

"I wanted you to see me," she whispered. "Not as your sister. But as a woman."

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he let his hand slide up her arm, resting gently against her bare shoulder.

"I see you, Seraphina," he said.

The way her eyes softened at that made his chest tighten.

She looked vulnerable for the first time in a long time. Not the CEO. Not the cold-collected older sister.

Just a woman who had waited patiently for the right moment—and was finally letting herself reach for it.

Ethan leaned in slowly, brushing his forehead against hers.

"You’re really beautiful," he said.

Seraphina closed her eyes. "Say it again."

"You’re beautiful."

"And?"

Ethan chuckled, then whispered, "And I want you too."

Her breath hitched just slightly.

But she didn’t push forward. She just stayed close, letting those words sink in.

Her fingers moved slowly over his chest, drawing soft circles as she rested her weight against him.

"You make it hard to hold back," she said softly.

"I’m not asking you to," Ethan replied.

Her lips twitched into a smile. "Careful. I might take that as permission."

He turned his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. "Maybe it is."

Seraphina leaned in then, her lips brushing his cheek. Just a faint kiss, but it sent a rush down his spine.

She pulled back slowly, eyes searching his.

"Tell me to stop," she whispered.

He didn’t.

So she kissed him again.

This time on the lips.

It was slow. Warm. Not rushed or hungry—but full of quiet want.

Ethan responded, his hand coming up to gently hold the side of her waist, fingers slipping just under the edge of her gown.

Seraphina let out a quiet sound, one that felt like both a sigh and something deeper.

Their lips parted for just a second.

Then, it touched again.

Longer.

Deeper.

Still soft.

Still slow.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathing a little heavier.