Her Rebirth.-Chapter 49

Tw: Slight non-con... I think

The room was quiet except for the soft scratch of Amelia’s pencil against paper.

Kai leaned back on the couch, watching her work. It was strange, he never thought watching someone sketch could be so captivating.

But Amelia was different.

The way she bit her lip when frustrated, how her eyes lit up when inspiration struck, and the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the table when lost in thought, he found himself memorizing every little habit.

He barely noticed how much time had passed.

A small yawn escaped Amelia’s lips, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Are you tired?" he asked. "You should sleep."

Amelia shook her head stubbornly, stifling another yawn. "Mhm, not yet. I’ll be done soon."

Kai chuckled. "Alright."

The room fell into silence once more, but it wasn’t long before her blinking slowed, her head dipping forward. And then, her head slumped onto the table, her breathing soft and even.

She was asleep.

Kai stood, making his way toward her, his figure looming over her sleeping form.

For a moment, he just watched her.

Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her expression relaxed, peaceful. But the serene image was slightly ruined by the tiny trace of drool peeking from the corner of her mouth.

Kai smirked, pulling out his phone. Click.

A small trophy for himself.

Then, slipping the phone back into his pocket, he bent down and carefully scooped her up into his arms. She was so light.

Her body curled against his chest naturally, the scent of her shampoo faint but intoxicating as it wafted through his nose. He carried her to bed, setting her down gently, his eyes drifting over her sleeping figure.

His gaze lingered on her lips.

They looked soft. And he could still remember the kiss they had shared in the hotel room.

Kai swallowed, his hand moving before he could stop himself.

His fingers brushed against them, pressing slightly.

As expected... they were really soft.

Something deep in his chest tightened.

He traced her lips slowly, his touch lingering. At first, that was enough. It was just a small indulgence, after all.

But then, he found himself unable to restrain his desire.

His fingers pressed harder, moving, rubbing over the delicate skin. And then, as if possessed by some unseen force, his fingertip slipped between her lips. It was really warm and wet.

A sharp exhale left his lips as heat curled in his gut.

His finger pushed a little further, parting her teeth.

Her tongue was soft and wet, making him even more restless.

Kai’s breath came heavier, and his eyes darkened.

Want... want...

He quickly drew out his fingers, and leaned, slowly getting closer.

Then, their lips touched. In the next moment, Kai suddenly took Amelia’s lips into his mouth and started to suck and lick them.

His hand trailed lower, from her jaw, down her throat, across the delicate curve of her collarbone.

His hand found her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. His hand started to slowly caress, squeeze... his fingers itching to rip off the thin clothing blocking him.

If he could use his fingers to touch her directly, how pleasurable would that be?

But it... wasn’t time yet. And he couldn’t risk getting caught.

Then he suddenly realized, the thing below him was already hard and burning.

And... even if he calmed down now, what he wanted to do most was to rip apart that eyesore clothing, pin Amelia against the bedsheets...

Then, roughly fuck her to death!

His fingers still trailed lower, down the curve of her hip, squeezing slightly.

He could tear it all away. Right now. And she wouldn’t even be able to resist.

No.

Kai pulled back abruptly, his breath unsteady, his fingers curling into a tight fist as he fought to leash the hunger inside him.

Not yet.

Not until she looked at him the same way.

Not until she wanted him too.

With one last lingering glance, he tucked the blanket over her, stepping back before his restraint snapped completely.

Then, without another word, he left the room.

Because if he stayed any longer, he wasn’t sure if he could stop.

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Amelia sat at her desk, watching as Damien flipped through her sketches. His fingers traced the lines of the fabric design, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

Then, after a moment, he set the papers down and leaned back, exhaling.

"These are perfect."

Amelia blinked in surprise. "Really?"

Damien gave a small nod, a smile tugging at his lips. "You’re incredibly talented, Amelia. One of the best people I’ve ever worked with."

A soft warmth bloomed in Amelia’s chest. Compliments from Damien were rare, at least from what she had seen. Oftentimes, what came out of his mouth were harsh, barbed words.

Amelia smiled brightly, happy at his compliment.

Seeing her smile, Damien paused.

His heart stilled for a beat.

Her smile, it was radiant and pretty.

A strange warmth curled in his chest, unexpected and unfamiliar. But before he could dwell on it, Amelia stood, stretching slightly. "I’m going to get some coffee," she announced before making her way to the break room.

The low hum of the coffee machine filled the silence as Amelia waited for her cup to fill.

Near the corner of the room, three women stood close, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

"Do you see how she is always with Sir Damien? I think there is something going on between them."

"Is she perhaps his kept woman?" one of them sneered.

"Tch. As if she got to where she is by talent alone," another scoffed.

"She must’ve seduced him."

Amelia didn’t react, quite unbothered. She simply took her coffee, stirred it calmly, and turned toward them with a neutral expression.

Then, in an indifferent tone, she spoke.

"Strange. If seducing him was all it took, then why are you three still standing here?"

Silence.

The women stiffened. One’s face turned red, another opened her mouth as if to argue, but no words came out.

Amelia took a slow sip of her coffee, unfazed. "Perhaps your methods aren’t as effective as you thought." She gave them a small, almost amused smile. "Or perhaps... you never had a chance to begin with."

Their expressions soured, but before they could respond, Damien entered, his gaze flicking to Amelia first. "What’s taking so long?"

Amelia raised a brow. "Apparently, I was busy seducing you."

Damien’s expression blanked. "...What?"

She gestured lazily toward the three women, who immediately paled.

Damien turned to them, his sharp gaze pinning them in place. "Is that what you’ve been saying?" His voice was low, dangerous.

One of the women stammered, "W-We didn’t mean—"

"You’re fired."

Their faces drained of color. "Sir, please—"

"You defamed both me and Amelia," Damien said coldly. "If you don’t leave now, I’ll sue you for defamation."

The three women panicked and scrambled, bowing repeatedly before rushing out, their whispers replaced by hurried footsteps.

As the door shut behind them, Amelia let out a small sigh. "Well. That was dramatic," she mused, sipping her coffee. Then, she looked at him and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Damien held her gaze for a moment, then looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s nothing."

But Amelia didn’t notice the way his ears turned slightly red.