The Incubus System Chapter 197. The Demon Who Came in The Dream I (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 197. The Demon Who Came in The Dream I

Camila pulled her back from the headboard in reflex, her hand rubbing her eyes before looking back at me in disbelief.
"Damian? Why are you here?"

I stopped my steps and sat on the side of the bed.
"Because I want to meet you, of course. Didn't you just call my name?" I said with the same gentle gaze.

She glanced over to the locked balcony door, then turned her gaze to the light switch on the side of the locked front door before returning her gaze to me.
"But how did you get in here? How did you find out about this place?" Her words were filled with obvious confusion.

I chuckled as a gentle smile appeared on my lips.
"It's a secret," I said.

"But-"

My index finger which I put in front of her lips stopped her words. My eyes met her swollen eyes deeply.
"I know you are in pain, Camila. I know you miss me. That's why I'm here ..." I said as my hands held both sides of her face. My thumbs gently rubbed her cheeks.

Her eyes began to tremble.
"How do you know I miss you?"

"I just know it," I said. I purposely didn't want to give her a definite reason, I didn't even try to cover up the fact that I appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.

After that she fell silent, her eyes staring at me filled with deep emotion mixed with confusion. I could feel her shaking body. I knew a lot of questions were filling her head but she couldn't ask me or rather she was too confused about it. On the one hand, she knew that no human could suddenly appear like that. On the other hand, I knew she was happy with my presence since she needed someone who could support or accompany her.

"I'm sorry ..." I whispered. My forehead pressed against her forehead gently. My eyes and hers were closed as if we felt each other with just that touch.
"I wanted to help you sooner, but I can't do it," I whispered again. As soon as those words left my mouth, I could feel her tears running down my gloves along with her silent sobs.
"Camila, believe me, this will end soon. Your suffering will end soon ... Until then, please hang on ..." I tried to comfort her.

"*Sniff * ... Yes ..." she answered simply.

I pulled my forehead away. My thumbs wiped the tears on her face.
"Please don't cry ..." I said with a gentle smile.

"Damian ... Is this really you?" she said in a stammering voice.

"Yes ... It's me, Camila. It's your Damian," I whispered.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked.

Instead of answering her question, I took her hands and placed them on either side of my face.
"If this is a dream, I will make sure to give you a sweet dream."

Her eyes that looked at me trembled again. Then without warning, she hugged me tightly. Her soft breasts without a bra pressed against my chest.
"Then stay in my dream a little longer ..." she said in a muffled voice.

A breath came out of my mouth as my hands moved around her.
"I will ..." I whispered.

After those words, we were silent. Only the clock ticking sound and our heart beating sound could be heard. Our bodies warmed each other. Our bodies scent tickled each other's noses. My hand moved slowly, brushing her hair. While her hands held my back tightly as if she was afraid that I would disappear from her.

Minutes passed, but neither of us moved nor made a sound. I wanted to ask her many things, especially regarding her divorce preparations since I knew her first trial would take place tomorrow. But I knew if I asked about it, I only ended up hurting her. Since my aim was just to give her comfort and encouragement, I finally decided to swallow my question. Besides, I already had my own way of helping her, by destroying Miguel's reputation and exposing his affair with Myra. With that, I could help Camila, as well as thwart Myra's plans. So I could say that the plan would provide two benefits to me.

"Damian ... Can you make me forget everything?" Her voice broke the silence between us.

I was quite surprised by her request, but I guessed she just wanted to ease her pain.
"Okay," I replied.

I released my hug from her and pulled my gloves.
"But this time, I'll give you something else ..." I continued. My hand drew closer to her face, my fingers combing the strands of hair near her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. My eyes were still looking at her gently.

"What do you want to give me?" she asked.

"Love ..." I replied.

Her eyes widened after hearing my answer as an announcement appeared in front of me.

*Ting*
[Congratulations! You have raised your partner's Love meter.]
[Camila Creststream - Human (35)]
[Love Meter 3/10 - I cannot stop thinking about you. ]

As expected, she wanted someone who could treat her gently and sincerely since what she got from her husband was harsh treatment. But she knew, asking someone to love her was impossible since she couldn't force that feeling. Moreover, she already knew what it felt like to force herself to love someone and it ended up hurting her. Maybe that's why she finally followed Miguel's advice to find a prostitute, because she was so desperate for a man who could treat her gently. Her heart wanted love and affection that she couldn't get from her husband. That's why, even though it was a fake, she decided to spend her money to get a bit of it.

Gently, I grabbed a handful of her hair, smelled its scent like perfume and ended it with a kiss without taking my eyes off of her.
"Your hair is beautiful ..." I said. I remembered Miguel pulled her hair this morning and almost cut it, so I did the opposite.

She smiled with slightly teary eyes.

Moving from her hair, I went down, touched her neck and caressed it. My face drew closer to her shoulder on the other side, my kiss landed on her skin gently. Instead of lust, I did it with affection, something she needed right now. My kiss went up to her neck at a steady pace. At the same time, my hand lowered her straps.

I turned my face away and tilted my head to look at her. Meanwhile, my hand kept moving to peel off her dress, showing her naked upper body and her ripe breasts.
"Don't you want to touch me?" I asked.

"Of course I want it," she said. Despite her words, I caught a clear hesitation from her gaze. So I took the initiative to hold her hands, placed them on both sides of my face and slowly lowered them to my shoulders and waist.

"Then touch me like you usually do. Today, I am not your prostitute but your lover. And today, you are not paying me with money, but with your love," I said. Even though it sounded like seduction, I was telling the truth. My heart ached to see her condition. Instead of giving her sexual satisfaction, I wanted to make her forget everything because she was drowning in my affections.

Hearing my words, her tears flowed again as a happy smile formed on her lips. Then she brought her lips close to mine, our lips met and moved in rhythm. But despite it being a long kiss, it was a soft and gentle one. And unlike before, her hands slipped into my t-shirt and pulled it up, making us have to break our kiss for a while before we continued it.

Without breaking our kiss, I pushed her onto the bed. One of my hands supported my body weight. While my other hand moved to explore her body, caressed her soft skin with my gentleness.