Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Deep Pleasure (II)

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Instead of joining her on the bed once he was done taking off his clothes, Davian moved to the couch sitting on the other side of the room and settled down there before locking his gaze on her. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice laced with authority.

Grace obeyed without hesitation. She left the bed and walked up to him, climbing into his lap to straddle him. Her knees rested on either side of his thighs, and her hands were pressed against his chest as she positioned herself. She could feel his arousal pressing against her very accessible core, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs.

“Do you want me, Grace?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“More than anything,” she admitted in a voice that was just a mere whisper.

She watched as he ripped open the package of the condom he had in his hand, slipping the piece of latex over his erection with ease. His hands then gripped her waist, and he lifted her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing. He positioned himself at her entrance, causing his thick length to tease her sensitive folds. Slowly, he guided her down, his shaft stretching her inch by inch until he was fully seated within her.

Grace groaned out loudly, her head falling forward as the overwhelming sensation of being filled consumed her. He was big, bigger than she had anticipated, and her body struggled to adjust to the intrusion.

“Breathe,” Davian murmured, his hands stroking her back soothingly. “Take your time.”

She nodded, her breaths coming in shallow pants as she slowly got used to his presence inside her. After a few moments, the initial discomfort faded, and got replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.

When she began to move, it was tentative at first – small, experimental rolls of her hips that drew soft groans from both of them. But as her confidence grew, so did her movements.

Davian’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him. His own hips began to thrust upward, meeting her every movement with equal intensity. The pace between them quickened, and their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

“Let me do the work,” he murmured against her lips, his voice a husky whisper. “Just enjoy.”

Grace barely had time to process his words before he took control. His hands tightened on her waist, lifting her and slamming her back down onto him with an urgency that left her breathless. His powerful hips drove upward, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last.

Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her.

“You feel so good,” he murmured. His voice was thick with emotion and lust, making him sound deeper than usual. His emerald eyes appeared darker because of the desire that matched the one controlling her at the moment.

His words sent a shiver through Grace, causing her inner walls to clench around him in response. He groaned, the sound reverberating through her body and adding to the heat pooling in her core.

Their movements grew frenzied, their rhythm erratic as they both got lost in the pleasure. But just as she started to feel that she was reaching the breaking point, he stopped and made her pull away. Moments later, he was making her lean against the couch on all fours while he entered her from behind.

The new angle intensified the feelings, forcing more moans out of her mouth. She buried her face in the soft material of the couch while he started thrusting from behind. Each thrust hit her deep, reaching a certain sweet spot within her that had her shuddering from the intense pleasure.

She felt him moving his hand over her back before he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up, making her back hit his chest. He turned her face to the side before capturing her lips in a kiss. They kissed for a minute or two before pulling apart. As he focused his attention back to his thrusts, he picked up the speed, pushing both of them closer to the edge of the high peaks of their pleasure.

Grace’s breaths started coming in ragged gasps, and her body was trembling as the pressure within her built to an unbearable point.

“I’m so close…” she managed to gasp, her voice trembling with need.

“Me too,” Davian replied in a strained voice as he felt his own pleasure reaching the breaking point.

It took only a few more thrusts before they both fell over the edge together. Grace cried out as pleasure exploded through her, every nerve ending igniting with pure bliss. At the same time, Davian groaned her name out loud as his body trembled and he followed her into the abyss.

The two of them landed on the couch, and for a long moment, they remained still, their bodies entwined as they rode out the aftershocks of their release. Davian collapsed against Grace’s back, his face resting against her shoulder while they both tried to catch their breaths.

Moments later, he moved to lay on his back before pulling her against him. His arms wrapped around her and held her close as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. The room was silent save for the sound of their breathing, and in that quiet moment, Grace felt a profound sense of connection.

Davian brushed a hand through her hair. His touch was gentle despite the passion they had just shared. “You are incredible,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she nuzzled closer to him. “So are you,” she whispered in a voice filled with warmth.

They stayed like that for a while, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Grace felt safe in his arms, cherished in a way she had kind of experienced with only Rune before.

She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, she was certain of one thing – she didn’t want to let him go.