Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Deep Pleasure (I)

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Before Grace could have fully processed the situation, Davian was already leaning in. As his mouth found hers once more, she lost count of how many times they had kissed tonight. He seemed to be starving for her, and couldn’t get enough, but she wasn’t going to complain.

His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her closer. An intense shiver ran down her spine as her breasts came in contact with his very hard, bare chest. The friction of his smooth skin against her sensitive nipples made her moan into the kiss that was becoming more fervent with each passing second.

Amidst all the eagerness, a sudden cry of pain broke through her lips, causing Davian to immediately pull away. His eyes were full of concern as he studied her to find out what just happened.

“It’s the table. The edge just hit me in the back.” Grace told him with a sheepish smile, and her expression made a smile to bloom on his lips as well. At first, it were just small smiles, but they soon turned into soft chuckles.

He pulled her away from the table and his hand snaked over to her back. His fingers probed her back, softly massaging the skin as if to soothe the ache. Leaning closer, he pressed his forehead against hers and inhaled deeply.

“You are way too underdressed for me to even think about stopping now, or to say something sweet.” He said in a soft voice, causing Grace to smile as she recalled that all her clothes were already lying discarded on the floor all around the apartment, leaving her bare save for the soft, dark pink lace panties that clung to her hips.

“How about continuing what we were doing just now?” She suggested as she pressed her face against his, her lips just a breath away from his.

Davian didn’t need to be to be asked twice. He immediately picked her up once again and took her toward the king-size bed. He kissed her as he laid her down on the soft mattress, his body hovering over hers. He kissed her for a minute or two before his lips left hers to trail down her neck, her collarbone, and over the swell of her breasts. Every kiss and every touch was sending a wave of heat coursing through her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Her hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands as he continued his exploration. He played around for a minute or two before his lips finally wrapped around her right nipple and he gave it a strong pull, sucking it right before his tongue reached out and flicked over the bud.

Grace inhaled sharply as pleasure hummed right under her skin. His tongue knew exactly what it needed to do, and how it needed to do that. And while his mouth gave its full attention to her right breast, his hand found its way to the left one and his fingers started playing with the bud that was aching for attention.

With each passing moment, her breathing grew heavier while pleasure kept building within her. Each suck, each lick, and each touch derived sparks of pure pleasure from deep within her.

She clung to his broad shoulder, her nails lightly grazing his skin as his skilled hands continued their exploration of her body. The air between them was crackling with heat and desire.

The sharp contrast between Davian’s composed demeanor and her exposed vulnerability sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through Grace. She wanted to see him – to feel him without the barriers of fabric.

“Davian…” she whispered his name. Her voice was unsteady as his lips captured the other sensitive peak. His teeth grazed lightly against the bud, eliciting a shudder that rippled through her entire body.

Instead of responding verbally, he let his actions speak. One of his hands trailed from her waist, tracing the curve of her belly before slipping between her legs. His touch was confident, teasing, and entirely too slow for her liking.

He fingers found the waistband of her panties and he pulled it down her hips. The cool air caressed her now bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his hand as he explored her inner thigh. His fingers moved deftly, stroking and rubbing, igniting fires wherever they touched.

Grace arched her back, her body responding instinctively as he continued his ministrations. He finally made his way to her core and his fingers ran over her folds before they moved to her entrance and he slipped one of the fingers inside, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The sensation was electrifying. Her inner walls clenched around his digit as he began a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Don’t stop… please,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Davian’s intense gaze met hers, his eyes darkened with desire. “I have no intention of stopping,” he murmured, adding a second finger. The stretch was delicious, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

His mouth returned to her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple as his fingers thrust deeper. The dual sensations left her trembling, completely at his mercy. Her hips began to move of their own accord, meeting his hand in a desperate attempt for more.

Her thoughts spiraled as pleasure consumed her. She craved him – all of him. The thought of his length replacing his fingers made her groan softly, her need growing unbearable.

Davian smirked as though he could read her mind. “You are so eager,” he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

She didn’t have the chance to respond before he withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching for more. But the loss was short-lived as he began to undress. Grace watched, her breaths coming in shallow pants as he peeled off his trousers.

Her eyes roamed over him, taking in every detail – the hard lines of his muscles. When he removed his boxers moments later, she was unable to stop her gaze from lingering on the impressive length that was standing proudly between his legs.