Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Mine to Take Care of

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Grace threw her head back and suppressed the moan that was just on the tip of her tongue. The closer Davian’s mouth was getting to her throbbed core, the harder it was getting for her to stay silent and not scream out loud.

She should have left when she had the chance, but it was too late to regret now. The man was determined to make her experience such a thrilling make-out session, well… it had become more than just a make-out session at this point.

She opened her eyes and looked down at Davian between her legs when she felt him placing a kiss way to close to her folds. She held her breath as he used his fingers to spread her folds and attacked her hidden bud with his lips.

She shivered as his warm breath fanned her sensitive skin, and his lips came in contact with her extra sensitive bud. He gave it a soft kiss, then another, and another. Just when she was getting lost in those soft, warm kisses, he replaced them with his tongue.

Grace moaned softly as his tongue came in contact with her clit, causing tingles of pleasure to run across her body. He knew what he was doing as he licked, sucked, and kissed her core, building the pleasure deep within her and pushing her closer to the dangerous edge.

Her body quivered as Davian’s lips moved with devastating precision, his tongue flicking and swirling against her sensitive bud. She once again failed to suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips, her head falling back as her fingers curled around the edge of the cold marble counter. The stark contrast between its chill and the molten heat surging through her body only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Her breaths were starting to come in shallow gasps. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She had no idea how they’d gotten here – her perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, legs trembling, with him kneeling between them.

Though she might have been the one who made the first move, she was sure that didn’t mean anything else to happen. But the tension that had been building between them for weeks was also undeniable. A kiss was enough for it to finally snap. Now, all she could do was cling to the counter as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“Davian…” she whimpered, her voice trembling as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against her folds.

He hummed against her, and the vibration sent a shiver up her spine. “I have barely started,” he murmured in a dark and teasing tone. His large and warm hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as his mouth worked its magic.

Grace’s fingers slid into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pushed her closer to the edge. The heat building in her core was unbearable, and every flick of his tongue seemed to ignite her nerves, making her body burn hotter.

Her legs tightened around his shoulders as he pushed her higher, closer to that dangerous peak. She tried to hold back, tried to maintain some semblance of control, but the way he played with her was too much. Her head fell back, and her lips parted in a cry as her release overtook her. The intensity of it left her trembling and breathless.

Davian didn’t stop until her body stilled, until she was nothing more than a quivering mess on the countertop. When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistened. He looked up and his eyes locked onto hers. “Perfect,” he said softly, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Grace was too overwhelmed to respond. Her mind felt foggy and her limbs were heavy. She tried to catch her breath as Davian straightened. He grabbed some tissues from nearby to clean her up before he adjusted her clothes, making sure that everything was in place.

All this time, she watched him silence, enjoying his care. Once he was done, his hands slid down her thighs before he scooped her up into his arms. The sudden motion made her gasp, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice coming out hoarse.

“You are in no condition to walk,” he replied in a soft, almost tender tone. “Let me take care of you.”

Grace didn’t have the strength to argue. She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the hall. The steady rhythm of his steps and the warmth of his body lulled her into a state of calm, and by the time he reached her bedroom, she was barely awake.

He laid her down gently, and arranged the pillows behind her head before pulling the blanket up to cover her. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he tucked the blanket around her. His fingers brushed against her cheek in the process.

Grace opened her eyes briefly, finding her vision blurry as she gazed up at him. “Why are you being so…nice?” she murmured even though this wasn’t her first time seeing this special soft and caring side of his. And yet, she felt happy to ask that question because of the answers she received.

Davian smirked and leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. “You are mine to take care of,” he said simply. The possessiveness in his tone made her heart skip a beat. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and his lips lingered for a moment before he pulled back.

“Sleep, Grace,” he whispered, his voice a soothing command.

She wanted to respond, but her eyelids were too heavy. Her body sank deeper into the mattress, and the last thing she felt before sleep claimed her was the gentle press of Davian’s hand against hers.

In the quiet of the room, with the faint scent of him lingering in the air, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.