Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Morning Whispers

Grace felt something soft and warm pressing against her lips, pulling her out of the depths of a dream that had felt so sweet she could almost taste it. As her senses returned, the dream slipped further away, leaving only a lingering warmth in its wake. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness around her.

As her gaze finally focused on the view in front of her eyes, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling which made her pause. Her mind scrambled to piece together what was happening, but before she could have gathered her thoughts, a face suddenly appeared in her line of sight, and the warmth returned to her lips.

Her eyes widened as realization dawned -she was being kissed. Her gaze focused on the man above her, and she found herself staring at the familiar, breathtakingly handsome face of Davian King Parker.

“Good morning, love,” he murmured. His voice was deep and affectionate as he planted another soft kiss on her lips before pulling back just enough to smile down at her. The way he looked at her, as if she was the most cherished person in his world, made her heart flutter.

“Good morning,” Grace replied. Her voice was soft as she returned his smile. Her eyes roamed over his features, taking in the sight before her. This was probably the first time she had seen his morning appearance – his hair was delightfully ruffled, his cheeks slightly plump from sleep, and his deep green eyes were shining with a mix of love and mischief.

He looked adorable, like a playful puppy, but the strength in his presence reminded her of the ferocious wolf he could become in an instant. Slowly, her gaze trailed downward, drinking in the sight of his well-defined muscles and the red marks scattered across his chest and collarbone.

Heat crept up her face as she realized they were her doing. The memories from the night before came rushing back – their shared passion, the way he had taken her to the bed after their first heated session on the couch, and how she had lost herself completely in him on the same bed she was currently laying on.

“Like what you see?” Davian teased, his lips curving into a smirk as he caught her staring.

Grace’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, but she didn’t shy away. “Maybe,” she muttered, trying to sound unaffected, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

Davian leaned down, brushing his lips against hers once more. This kiss was deeper, slower, and filled with the kind of tenderness that made her heart ache in the best way possible. His hand trailed down her side, settling on her hip as he shifted closer to her.

“You are so beautiful. Can’t believe you are here, in my bed, in my arms, very much naked…,” he murmured against her lips. His voice was carrying a weight of sincerity that left her breathless.

Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft silver strands as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The world outside their bubble ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other again.

Davian’s lips moved from her mouth to her jawline, then trailed down her neck, peppering her skin with kisses that sent shivers down her spine. His hands explored her body with a mix of reverence and desire, pulling soft gasps and sighs from her as they shared another round of intimate passion.

By the time they finally pulled away from each other, it was already half past eight in the morning. It was snowing lightly outside, and as far as one could see, everything was covered in the white blanket. But unlike the world outside, the bedroom was filled with warmth.

Grace lay back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

“We should probably get up,” Davian said, though his tone held no urgency. His hand remained on her waist, and his thumb drew lazy circles against her skin.

“Probably,” Grace agreed with a soft smile, though she made no move to leave the warmth of his embrace.

Eventually, Davian sighed and sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist as he stretched. Grace couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed with the movement. He caught her staring again and chuckled.

“Keep looking at me like that, and we might never leave this bed,” he teased, leaning down to steal one last kiss before climbing out of bed.

Grace laughed, throwing a pillow at him as he disappeared into the bathroom. She lay there for a moment longer before reluctantly getting up.

When Davian returned, freshly showered and wearing only a towel around his waist, he handed her one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. “Here, wear these for now,” he said.

Grace hesitated, thinking about the fresh clothes she had stored in her space. But something about the way he offered her his clothes made her heart melt. She nodded and took them from him. “Thanks,” she said softly.

She refrained from using anything from her space, except for a clean pair of panties and a bra, since Davian had thoughtfully provided her with everything else – a new toothbrush, a fresh towel, even a hairbrush.

She headed into the bathroom to freshen up and shower. Her heart was fluttering as she used his shower gel, looking forward to smelling just like him. The feelings that were blooming in her heart were unlike anything she had ever felt before for anyone.

Though she had felt something deep for Rune as well, what she was feeling for Davian was even stronger than that. Her feelings left no doubt about what he meant to her. Suppressing the smile that was playing on her lips, she quickly finished the shower.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his oversized shirt and shorts, the smell of something delicious wafted through the air. She followed the scent to the kitchen, where she found Davian standing at the stove with a spatula in hand.

The sight of him cooking, shirtless and completely at ease, made her heart skip a beat. “What are you making for breakfast?” she asked as she leaned against the doorway with a smile.

Davian turned to her and his eyes lit up at the sight of her wearing his clothes. “Something delicious.” He answered with a grin before adding, “Come over here.” This time, there was a commanding tone in his voice that had her moving.

Without any sort of hesitation or resistance, she walked over to him. Once she was standing beside him, he turned to fully face her, allowing her a clear look at the darkness that had taken over his usual bright eyes.

With a soft smile, she walked behind him, confusing him slightly in the process. Thankfully, he remained standing as it is and didn’t turn around along with her. Once in place, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She rested her cheek against his back, and let the warmth of his skin seep into her.

“Thank you for being so nice to me, Mr. Parker.” She whispered as she inhaled deeply, as if to consume the bright energy that she was feeling in him.

“I’m only being nice to my Mrs. Parker.” He replied, his tone being serious that made her realize that he was referring to his feelings for her.

She watched as he turned in her arms and tilted her chin up to kiss her. “And I plan to keep being nice to her,” he added before turning back to the stove.

Not commenting on the topic, she decided to help him set the table, though he insisted on doing most of the work. Few minutes later, they sat down together to share the breakfast and light conversation. The food was simple but delicious – scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.

“You are going to spoil me,” she said as she took another bite of the toast and stared at the glass of milk that Davian just placed in front of her.

“Good,” he responded with a softness in his eyes. “You need it.”

Once again, she was unable to think of anything to say in response. Everytime he did, or said, something sweet and caring, she felt those butterflies fluttering deep within her.

After breakfast, he began cleaning up the dishes. She offered to help, but he just shook his head. “Sit and relax,” he said firmly.

Grace sighed but didn’t press him any more. She leaned against the counter and watched him as he moved around the kitchen. There was something so domestic about the scene, so comfortable, that it made her chest ache with a strange mix of happiness and longing.

When he finished, Davian walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. “What do you want to do today?” he asked, his lips brushing against her temple.

A smile bloomed on her lips and she leaned into his embrace. “There’s nothing special. These days, I’m mostly trying to focus on my training. I want my power to unveil before the day of the doom.”

Davian’s arms tightened around her, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then let’s train today. I’ll help you as much as I can.”