Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 04

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 04

He wanted me?

He was thirsty for… that?

What the hell?

I stared at the Care and Keeping of incubus, the manual I had ignored until five minutes ago, and felt the blood drain from my face.

It turned out incubus weren’t built for housekeeping.

The brochure’s promise of “full service” definitely didn’t mean scrubbing the floors.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Damian, who was supposed to be asleep, was wide awake and watching me.

He stared with melodramatic resentment, his pupils dilated into glowing pink hearts.

His tail brushed against my waist through the duvet, a sticky, hesitant touch that sent a shiver down my spine.

It was so gentle I hadn’t even noticed it until now.

When our eyes met, he froze and tried to tuck his tail out of sight.

But he couldn’t help himself; he scooted across the mattress, drawn to me like a magnet.

“Sophia, I ache,” he whispered.

His voice was deep and husky, cool like mint yet sticky like syrup.

“…”

He had said the exact same thing a few days ago, whining and clinging to me, but I’d just assumed he had the flu.

I had ruthlessly forced him to chug gallons of hot water, thinking I was being a responsible owner.

To be fair, it had silenced him.

He hadn’t made a peep the rest of that night, though he had sulked with a face like a thunderstorm.

But now…

I remembered the customer service rep’s explicit clarification and felt guilt claw at my throat.

I lifted the edge of my duvet.

“Do you want to come under the covers with me?”

Damian paused, his voice dropping an octave.

“Yes.”

He dove into my bed with lightning speed.

I have no idea how he managed to lose his shirt in the process, but suddenly there was a lot of skin.

My vision practically blurred at the sight of those eight-pack abs and that sculpted V-taper.

He pressed his cheek against the pillow, right next to where my hair lay scattered in a mess.

Then he lifted his heavy eyelids to stare right at me.

His gaze raked from my brow to my lips.

It was a dark, greedy look.

…

I might be oblivious most of the time, but even I knew this wasn’t a passive pet lying next to me.

This was a predator, barely restrained.

The only difference was that he wouldn’t dare strike without his owner’s permission.

I cleared my throat, feeling the need to apologize for my gross negligence.

“Damian, I’m so sorry. I’ve never owned a incubus. I didn’t understand your biology or the ‘hunger’ pangs, I honestly thought you were just a domestic companion for chores.”

“It is okay,” he murmured. “I like serving you.”

As he spoke, his breathing grew ragged.

It sounded urgent.

I swallowed hard, recalling the first tip listed in the manual.

When a incubus is hungry, invite them into your arms. The owner’s body temperature and scent are the most effective remedies for anxiety and hunger.

“Damian,” I said softly. “If it really hurts, you can hold me.”

“Okay.”

His eyes lit up as he wrapped his arms around me.

At first, he was a perfect gentleman.

But after a minute, realizing I was just blushing rather than pushing him away, he got bolder.

One hand pressed against my back while the other slid around to grip my waist.

His tail wound itself tightly around my leg.

He settled his face in the crook of my neck, sighing a deep inhale as his warm breath ghosted over my skin.

My brain started to turn to mush.

Holy cow.

Those abs pressed against me were definitely the real deal.

Suddenly, the purchase price seemed like a total steal.

Damian rubbed against me for a moment longer before speaking, his voice rough.

“Sophia, it still hurts.”

I was too busy secretly admiring the definition of his stomach muscles to think straight.

“What else do you need?”

He looked up.

“Can I kiss you?”

“…”

I hesitated. “Let’s not.”

That felt too intimate.

I was honestly just too shy for that leap.

Damian lowered his gaze, the picture of dejection.

“Alright, it doesn’t matter. I am not in that much pain, really. Holding you should be enough to survive the night.”

He added softly, “You sleep, Mistress. Don’t worry about me. I’ll still have your breakfast ready in the morning.”

“…”

Weird.

I could practically smell the emotional manipulation in the air.

But I was already bewitched, so my concern overrode my suspicion immediately.

“Don’t misunderstand me,” I rushed to explain.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just thought a kiss was moving too fast. But don’t make yourself suffer since I’m responsible for your well-being.”

“Really?”

“Really. If you want to kiss, then kiss. But just one.”

I pursed my lips, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Thank you, Sophia.”

Damian lifted his face from my neck.

I braced myself for him to sate his hunger on my mouth, a raw, immediate devouring. Yet, he offered only the soft, careful touch of his lips against my chin.

He was slowly, methodically pleasing me.

My mind was hazy.

Right.

incubus are naturally clingy creatures, after all.

My chin felt wet, so I subconsciously lifted a hand to wipe it.

My fingers collided with Damian’s lips.

He didn’t miss a beat as he turned and started kissing my fingers.

He stared up at me as he did it, his eyes pitch black and bottomless.

God.

He looked so pathetic and needy.

I couldn’t take the teasing anymore so I reached down and gave his tail a sharp tug.

“Damian, quit playing around,” I demanded breathlessly. “Just kiss me on the mouth already.”