Strongest Incubus System-Chapter 156: Ester

With her eyes still closed, Ester took a deep breath... and all she could smell was him. It was a mixture of clean soap and something else... something spicier, almost dangerous. She shouldn’t like that smell. She shouldn’t like this. But she did. She liked it a lot.

Her arms, previously motionless, seemed to move on their own, rising to his shoulders and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

Damon made a small noise in the back of his throat, a low, masculine, satisfied sound... and then he really pressed her against the wall, without any gentleness.

Her back ached for a second... but then the kiss became even more intense, and she forgot any pain. Her mind was too dulled for anything other than his mouth on hers, his hands on her back, his body pressed against hers. It was as if the world around them had vanished, leaving only them there... and nothing else mattered besides those stolen moments.

Ester knew this shouldn’t be happening. Not like this. Not here. Not now. They had an agreement, there were rules, there were limits. She had made it clear that she didn’t want anything beyond that contractual situation... and Damon was following that agreement. At least she thought he was... but then he kissed her like that, and she wasn’t so sure anymore.

There was something different about those kisses, something she couldn’t define. It was as if Damon was... teasing her? Testing her? Challenging her?

Or maybe it was just her. Maybe she was the only crazy one, the only irresponsible one, the only one losing control. Because her body was trembling, her heart was racing, and she knew very well that they were in the hallway of the house... where anyone could pass by and see them there, like that. It was dangerous. Wrong. Total madness.

Ester tried to pull away. As slowly as possible... but she tried.

Her gaze met Damon’s, and she saw something gleam in his eyes... a spark she had never seen before. It was desire. Hot and intense. He wanted more. Much more.

Esther wanted to walk away. She should walk away. She needed to walk away. Before it was too late.

But her arms wouldn’t obey.

And her lips seemed glued to his, as if they had a life of their own.

Damon smiled. A slow, arrogant smile that almost took her breath away. He had noticed... of course he had. He always noticed everything.

"Esther," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "Say no."

His voice was seductive. Deliberately seductive.

Esther felt something tighten in her chest. Anger? Despair? Desire?

"Damon," she managed to whisper, her voice faltering. "This is..."

"Okay," he interrupted, still with that crooked smile on his lips. "I know you don’t want this. I know you said you didn’t want anything more than the deal. So say no... right now... and I’ll stop everything."

Ester froze. Her heart was racing too fast for her to think straight. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to think Damon would respect her decision, regardless of anything.

But she wasn’t so sure about that.

Because when she tried to pull away again... his arms refused to obey her. And when she opened her mouth to say no... the words wouldn’t come out.

They just stayed there, in that hallway, her body pressed against his, his mouth on hers... and all those crazy thoughts she couldn’t control.

Because even if she said no now... some part of her knew it would be a lie. She didn’t want Damon to stop. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted... she wanted...

Ester closed her eyes tightly, trying to escape that whirlwind of feelings.

But it was too late.

It had been too late for a long time.

Because when she reopened her eyes... Damon was looking at her, with a triumphant glint in his eyes... as if he knew exactly what was happening inside her.

Ester took a deep breath... and realized there was no turning back.

Because now it was her turn to take the initiative.

Ester knew she was about to make a decision that would change everything. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but every part of her being told her she had already crossed the line. The final straw was Damon’s triumphant look. It made her shudder and feel like prey facing a predator.

Her body was on fire; she felt as if every inch of her skin was throbbing. Ester could feel Damon’s erection pressing against her belly, and that made her even more excited.

All she ever had was to hate herself for not being able to resist Damon. And now, looking at him, she could see the same hungry fire burning in his eyes. Knowing that he wanted her as much as she desired him was like being in ecstasy.

Without another word, Ester leaned in and captured Damon’s lips in another fiery kiss, and he returned the kiss with the same passion. Damon’s hands slid down her back, his palms trailing beneath the thin material of her blouse. She felt his touch as if she were being burned, and every fiber of her being craved more.

Damon’s lips found her neck and he began to scatter wet kisses across her sensitive skin. Each touch of his lips left a trail of heat, and Ester arched against him, breathless.

Damon’s hands moved to her rear, and he lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Ester automatically parted her legs, and he positioned himself between them. She could feel his hard groin pressing against her clitoris through the thin fabric of his pants.

Damon moved his hips against hers and said, "I want you."

Ester was beyond resistance and all rational thought. All she could do was moan, "Oh God."

Damon caught her lower lip between his teeth and gave a tug. Their bodies moved together, rubbing and teasing, building a fire within them both. Damon reached down and dragged Ester’s lace panties across her body, tearing them in the process. He threw them aside and pushed her hard against the wall. Damon’s thighs were like steel, and the friction against her soaked center left her breathless and trembling.

Ester explored Damon’s muscular body with trembling hands. She traced the definition of his chest, his shoulders, down to his hard abs. He wasn’t perfect. He had scars from old cigarette burns and a few ugly tattoos. But he was beautiful to her. He spread her legs and lowered his zipper.

Damon turned her so she was facing away from him. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He lifted her, forcing her to her knees. Breathing heavily, he pressed his erection against her slit, the head brushing against her clitoris. He leaned over her and grazed his teeth along her neck, nipping her ear.

Esther gasped and moaned as he entered her, and Damon thrust against her rear. He was inside her to the hilt, stretching her. Their bodies moved together, and he fucked her hard, arching over her to reach her clitoris. Pleasure swept through Ester’s body, and she cried out in pure ecstasy, Damon’s name echoing through the air.

Damon quickened his pace, thrusting into her, crushing her clitoris with each stroke. She could feel him close, his body tensing. With a sharp groan, he reached his climax, his excitement gushing inside her. With her peripheral vision blurred, she knew it wasn’t over yet. His erection remained vigorous inside her, and he began to move again.

Damon slowed his movements, then leaned down to kiss her cheek. He brushed his lips against her ear, panting. "You’re so tight. So wet. I can’t believe you’re enjoying this." He whispered the words against her cheek.

He placed his hands on her waist and thrust into her again. With trembling legs, Ester rose to meet his thrusts, panting and moaning.

Damon gripped her buttocks with his hands, spreading them across her cheeks as he thrust. He rubbed his thumb over her clitoris as he entered her repeatedly. Pleasure surged up Ester’s spine, reaching its peak.

Damon could feel she was close. With the strength of his legs, he increased the pace of his thrusts. His right foot grazed the floor and slipped, forcing her to extend her foot to regain her balance. As he was practically reaching orgasm, she gripped his thighs, her hip muscles contracting forcefully.

His climax was like an explosion, and he spilled inside her. He collapsed against her for a moment, his chest heaving, panting, exhausted.

With a groan, he stirred and withdrew.

His trembling legs carried them to the shower.

Ester stepped into the shower, feeling exhausted and sore. She turned to face him, her bare feet slipping on the wet tile. Damon stepped past her, captured her wrists in one hand, and lifted them above her head.

He pinned her against the wall with one knee between her legs, pressing himself against her. He lowered his face to her neck and ran his tongue over her wrist.

With a soft growl, he lifted her and turned her to lean his back against the shower wall. He ran his hands down her arms, kneading her skin as he went.

"You’re mine," Damon growled against her wrist. "I’ll take care of you. I’ll never let you go." He pressed himself against her, and she let out a weak sigh.