Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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The air between them crackled with heat, thick with anticipation as Grace lay beneath Rune, her body already trembling from the way he worshipped her.

"Rune…" she gasped softly, her fingers clutching at the sheets as his mouth hovered above her thighs, his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin.

He didn’t rush. He never did. He took his time, letting the tension coil tighter, drawing out the moment until her body was strung so taut she thought she might shatter before he even touched her.

A shiver ran through her as his lips pressed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The gentle scrape of his teeth, which followed next, sent a pulse of pleasure straight through her, forcing her to finally arch instinctively toward him as she silently begged for more.

He smirked against her skin. "So impatient," he murmured, his voice a deep, teasing whisper.

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Grace whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets. "Rune, please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed.

The first touch of his mouth against her sent a shockwave through her, a moan tearing from her lips as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes. He was skilled - so painfully skilled - knowing exactly how to unravel her, how to make her body respond to every flick of his tongue.

It had been so long since she last enjoyed his service, that she almost forgot just how good he was.

Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as he sucked gently, his hands keeping her firmly in place. The tension coiled tighter, a fire burning in her core, spreading like wildfire through her veins.

She was losing herself in him, in the way he moved, in the way he made her feel utterly worshipped, and most importantly... in the way his tongue was playing with her clit.

Her fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she gasped his name over and over, her body moving with him, chasing the peak he was so determined to push her toward.

Rune didn’t stop. He didn’t let up, driving her higher and higher until she could barely breathe.

Then, with a sharp cry, she shattered.

Pleasure washed over her in waves, leaving her trembling beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the world tilted and blurred around the edges.

But Rune wasn’t done. He pressed soft, lingering kisses against her sensitive skin, letting her ride the aftershocks as he slowly brought her down from the high.

When she finally opened her eyes, he was already moving up her body, his lips tracing a path back to hers. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and she felt the heat between them reignite instantly.

She was still breathless when he pulled back, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her face. His gaze was dark, filled with something raw and unspoken, something that made her heart clench in her chest.

"That was… incredible," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the intensity of her release.

He smirked, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her hip. "You deserve nothing less," he murmured, his voice rough with sincerity.

Her heart melted at his words. Without hesitation, she pulled him down for another kiss - this one slower, deeper. She savored the taste of him, the way he fit against her so perfectly, as if they were two halves of the same whole.

When the kiss ended, she took control. Moving swiftly, she pushed against his chest, flipping them until he was the one lying on his back, gazing up at her with a mixture of amusement and desire.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she straddled him, her fingers tracing over the hard planes of his chest. He let out a slow, shaky breath as her hands drifted lower, teasing over the waistband of his pants.

Right. He still had those on while she was butt-naked.

"You are wearing way too much for my comfort," she murmured, her fingers already working on the buttons, taking her time as she undid them one by one.

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she slid the zipper down. His erection was clearly visible, letting her know that he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

She leaned forward and pressed soft kisses against his jaw, his neck, the hollow of his throat. He tilted his head back, exhaling sharply as her fingers wrapped around his erection through the fabric, teasing and testing his control.

"Grace," he warned, his voice low, almost strained.

She merely hummed, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she eased his pants down, along with the last barrier separating them. He lifted his hips, helping her rid him of the offending fabric, until they were really skin to skin this time, nothing between them but heat and the unspoken promise of what was to come.

She took her time exploring him, tracing her fingers over his strong, lean frame, memorizing every marking, every ridge of muscle, every place that made him react.

He was watching her, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping her thighs as if he was barely holding himself back.

When she finally wrapped her fingers around his arousal, his breath hitched, and his grip tightened.

"Grace," he groaned, calling her name again as his head fell back against the pillow.

She loved the way he said her name, the way he looked at her like she was something precious, something he couldn’t bear to let go of.

Feeling the need to return the pleasure he just made her experience, she started sliding her hand over his hardness. With each move, she heard his breathing getting sharper and his groans turning hoarse and deeper.

She traced the veins, letting her fingertips tease him right before jumping into pumping the hard rod. Once she had him completely rock-hard, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth...