Chapter 705 Without You, I'd Have Been Lost

705 Without You, I'd Have Been Lost

Grace stepped quietly into the room where Asher stood, his attention focused on something displayed on his wrist device.

His expression was cool, thoughtful, as the dim light of the screen reflected off his sharp features. The moment he heard her approach, he turned, his gaze meeting hers.

"You were here all this time?" Grace asked softly, a warm smile spreading across her face as she walked closer, "Why didn't you come with the others?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Asher shook his head gently, turning off his wrist device, his eyes lingering on her, "I didn't want to interrupt your reunion with your grandson."

Grace let out a small laugh, her eyes shimmering with warmth, "That's silly. You could never be an interruption to anything in my life." She studied him for a moment before adding with a curious but appreciative gaze, "I was truly impressed, though. You had a Plan B in motion, didn't you? Who helped you from the inside?"

Asher's expression darkened slightly as he sighed, "Who else but Cecilia? She's the only one I could count on to get this done, especially since we're dealing with Derek."

Grace's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern, "Cecilia... You must have really charmed her for her to take that kind of risk. But now she knows, doesn't she? She knows you're connected to a demon cult. What if she decides to expose you?"

Asher leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms with a subtle nod, "She won't expose me. She can't. She's too guilty about too many things herself. But that doesn't mean I can take any chances. I need to deal with her and ensure she stays under control and continues being my puppet."

Grace nodded, her lips curling into a brief, understanding smile, "Of course, you've already thought it all through. I trust you know how to handle her. I just..." her voice trembled slightly, "I feel relieved... that my grandson is with me again."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she continued, her voice breaking, "You not only saved him, but you brought him back to me—something I had long thought impossible. If not for you, Asher, none of this would have been possible. No one would have done what you did for a soul servant like me, let alone a demon. I'm indebted to you in ways I can never repay."

Asher's expression softened as he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, firm, "I didn't do it for repayment, Grace. I did it because I care about you. You've suffered enough in this life, and I never want to see you go through that kind of pain again. You've done so much for me, and I know you'd have done it even if I hadn't bound your soul to a contract. If not for your support in this world, I would have been lost."

Asher remembered the time when he met Grace and how she silently supported him and gave it her all, even without him ordering it. She never even asked for any life crystals for herself but spent every single one for his sake, even if it meant cutting short her remaining life and suffering the pain of darkness devouring her body from within.

Without her, he wouldn't have gotten this far on Earth.

Grace's heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest as her eyes moistened further. She chuckled softly, wiping at the corners of her eyes, "Ah, you're making this old woman all teary."

Her breasts, though no longer firm, were still full and graceful, their gentle slope an invitation to his touch. Her waist was slightly thickened yet slim, her hips rounded, her body a landscape of curves and valleys that spoke of a woman who had known love and loss, joy and sorrow.

Asher's eyes lingered on the silver stretch marks that adorned her skin, the badges of her journey through life, and he found them beautiful, a mirror to her strength and resilience.

His gaze traced the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her belly, the graceful line of her supple thighs, and he felt a surge of lust, a deep need to claim her, to possess her, to worship her.

He reached out, his hands trembling, flexing as he cupped her breasts, their weight a comforting, grounding sensation in his palms. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, drawing out a soft gasp from deep within her. Grace felt a warmth spreading through her chest, mirroring the heat that bloomed in her cheeks as Asher's hands explored her body. His touch was firm yet gentle, kneading her breasts with a reverence that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She had never realized that she missed out on this sensation for her entire life—the sensation of being touched, truly touched, by someone she cared for with all her heart.

Her breath hitched as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. The warmth in her chest intensified, a burning ember that threatened to consume her entirely. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of craving and vulnerability, a silent plea for more.

A seductive smile played at the corners of her lips as she whispered, "Since you don't mind, I am not going to hold back." With a sudden surge of confidence, she grabbed one of his hands and pushed it down, guiding it between her legs, where the heat of her pussy was evident. She wanted to feel him inside her already.

At the same time, she pulled him closer by his shirt, her lips claiming his in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

Asher was momentarily taken aback by her sudden fiery passion, but he quickly matched her fervor, his fingers dipping into her wet pussy, exploring her most intimate place with a skill that left her gasping for breath, though not surprised, despite him being young.

She ripped away his shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of his chiseled, muscular body, her touch a dance of exploration and adoration.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled back slightly, her eyes roaming over his exposed torso, a look of pure appreciation on her face, "You're beautiful as well," she murmured, her voice a soft, reverent whisper.

Asher's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with lust as he leaned in, his voice a low, husky rumble, "And you're exquisite," he replied, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drew out a soft, breathy moan from deep within her.

Unbeknownst to the two, Amelia had arrived at the cult hold, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as she wondered where Asher and Grace had disappeared to. She paused outside the nearest room, her senses tingling with a strange, hot energy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she leaned in, her eyes widening in shock as she caught a glimpse of the passionate scene unfolding within.

But her shock was short-lived as she sensed another presence in the corridor. She turned to see Remy walking towards her, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for someone.

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly stepped away from the door, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just witnessed.

"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."