Chapter 706 A Divine Taste
Amelia's eyes widened in shock as she peeked through the slightly ajar door, her breath hitching at the sight that greeted her. Asher and Grace were entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in a dance of lust and passion. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—the usually composed, wise, and elegant Grace, now a writhing, moaning figure in Asher's arms. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered if Asher, with his insatiable appetites, would spare even her. She was old enough to be his grandmother.
Of course, he had gotten sexually involved with women twice older than Grace like Rebecca. But they were demons, and Grace was a human. And so, Amelia felt stumped for a moment.
However, the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor snapped her out of her stupor. She quickly took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw Remy approaching. She forced a smile, trying to hide her flustered state.
"Amelia," Remy greeted, his voice a low, cautious murmur. "Have you seen Hellbringer or my grandma? I've been looking to talk to them together."
Amelia awkwardly chuckled as she quickly closed the door silently, her cheeks flushing as she hurried towards Remy, gesturing for him to follow her, "They are discussing something important. We should wait until they are done," she said, her voice slightly breathless.
She felt Remy might faint if he saw what was going on in that room.
Remy nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Oh...Okay," he replied, not wanting to disturb their important discussion.
As they walked away, Amelia couldn't help but give a quick glance backwards, a soft smile playing on her lips. After the initial shock, she felt a sense of relief and happiness for Grace, knowing that she was finally experiencing some joy and passion in her life. It was a side of Grace she had never seen before, and it warmed her heart to know that even at her age and after everything she went through, Grace could still find happiness as a woman.
Meanwhile, within the room, Asher crouched before Grace, his hands roaming over her naked body with a reverence that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Her breasts were a sight to behold with a gentle, natural fullness. They were like ripe, sun-kissed fruits, softened and sweetened by time, yet still alluring in their maturity.
Her nipples were erect, pale buds that begged for his touch, his mouth.
"Mhhnn~..."
Asher leaned in, his lips capturing one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth with a hunger that drew out a soft, breathy moan from deep within her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing and tantalizing, before moving to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. He sucked and licked, his mouth hot and wet, leaving her breasts glistening with his saliva, a sheen of desire that reflected the dim light of the room.
Grace arched her back, her fingers raking through his moon-white hair as she pressed herself closer to him, her body aching for more. "Ooohn~....Your mouth is too hot for my body~..." she moaned, her voice a breathy, sultry whisper that sent a surge of lust coursing through him.
Asher's mouth moved lower, his lips trailing a path of kisses down her cleavage, her midriff, her stomach, each touch a spark that ignited a fire within her.
He kissed every inch of her skin as if it were a sacred ground, his touch a worship, a devotion. When he reached her pelvic area, he paused, his breath hitching at the sight of her vulva, adorned with a tuft of white pussy hair, a stark contrast against her pale skin.
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