Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Dr. Kian wants to Join

Grace’s eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head to glance back at him. Rune’s smirk was there, but his eyes held something deeper, something unspoken that made her heart skip.

“Rune…” she started, but the way he was looking at her made her voice falter.

He didn’t stop his ministrations. His hands moved down her back with slow, deliberate strokes. Each press of his fingers felt more intimate, more purposeful, and the air between them grew thicker with tension.

“You are tense everywhere,” he murmured, and she noticed how his tone dropped lower. “You really don’t take care of yourself, do you?”

Grace swallowed hard, and felt her pulse quickening. “I’m fine,” she managed to say, but her voice betrayed her.

Rune’s hands paused for a moment with his thumbs pressing gently into the small of her back. “Are you?” he asked. His voice was quieter now, almost a whisper.

The vulnerability in his question caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, and the silence hung between them like a fragile thread.

He moved closer, and his hands slid up to rest lightly on her shoulders again. “Grace,” he said softly, her name falling from his lips like a plea.

She turned her head slightly, and before she could think, her gaze locked with his. His face was so close now, and his icy-blue eyes were searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“Let me help you relax,” he said in a barely audible voice.

And then he leaned in. Grace didn’t pull away… she couldn’t. The moment their lips met, it was like a spark igniting a fire that had been smoldering for months.

Rune’s lips were warm and soft, yet demanding, moving against hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. His hands cupped her face, and his thumbs brushed against her cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

Grace’s breath hitched, and her hands instinctively reached up to grip his shirt to pull him closer. The world around them disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the feel of him, the way his mouth claimed hers like she was the only thing he wanted.

He shifted. His movements were fluid as he guided her to lean back against the couch. He braced himself above her, all the while his lips never left hers as the kiss grew more passionate. One of his hands trailed down her side, and his touch left a trail of heat in its wake.

Grace gasped softly when his lips left hers, only to trail along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breaths coming faster as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her skin.

“Rune…” she whispered, her voice trembling with both hesitation and desire.

He paused and lifted his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were burning with a mixture of longing and restraint. “Say the word, Grace,” he murmured in a hoarse voice. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as the weight of the moment pressed down on her. But she didn’t want him to stop.

Instead of answering, she pulled him back down, and her lips found his in a kiss that spoke louder than words. She felt him groaning against her mouth while his hand slid to her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss turned feverish. Their movements were synchronized as if they had done this a hundred times before. Grace felt herself giving in completely, her body molding against his as his hands explored her curves with a reverence that made her feel cherished.

Her fingers roamed across his chest, the hard lines of his muscles beneath his shirt sending a thrill through her. She tugged at the fabric, and Rune chuckled softly against her lips.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased, his voice rough with desire.

Grace smirked. “Less talking, more kissing,” she shot back before pulling him down for another searing kiss.

Rune obeyed. His lips and hands left her breathless as he lavished her with attention. The months of tension between them finally found release in their shared passion.

He broke the kiss again for a moment, his lips hovering over hers as he whispered, “You have no idea how long I have waited this.”

His words sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. “Maybe I do,” she replied breathlessly before pulling him back into another fiery kiss.

His lips left hers to trail along her jawline and down to the sensitive spot on her neck, causing a soft gasp to escape her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he paid extra attention to her throat and collarbone in tender but deliberate movements.

But just as Rune’s hands slid to her waist, and his kisses grew more heated, a sound from the doorway shattered the moment.

“Ahem.”

Both of them froze, and their heads snapped toward the source of the interruption. Standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe with an amused smirk, was Dr. Kian.

“Don’t mind me,” he said in a light and teasing tone. “I was just looking for some peace and quiet, but it seems I have stumbled upon… something else entirely.”

Grace felt her cheeks heat as she quickly pushed Rune back and sat up, her heart was still racing from the intensity of the moment. “Kian!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and shock.

Rune, however, seemed completely unbothered. He leaned back against the couch with a lazy grin, and draped his arm over the backrest. “You have got terrible timing, Doc,” he said, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

Dr. Kian stepped into the room, and his smirk widened. “Or excellent timing, depending on how you look at it.” His eyes flicked to Grace, and she noticed the playful glint in them. “Should I leave you two to… finish, or can I join the party?”