The Late Night Make-out

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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With a smooth motion, Davian lifted Grace onto the kitchen counter. His hands were firm yet gentle as he settled her in place. The cold surface sent a shock through her thighs, grounding her momentarily, but it wasn't enough to break the spell they were under.

His lips trailed from her mouth to her jawline, leaving a path of soft, searing kisses down her neck.

"Davian…" Grace whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and caution. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stop him or to pull him even closer as their current nearness didn't feele enough to her. "Dr. Kian is still here-"

Davian pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a thrill through her. "That only makes it more exciting," he murmured much to her surpised, his voice low and rough with desire.