Chapter 23 🔞
“Are you sure it’s alright to do it in a place like this?”
As Aaron eased Daisy down onto the soft pile of straw, he gently caressed her cheek. As if answering that it was alright, Daisy closed her eyes, and Aaron kissed her. The moment their lips parted and he opened his eyes again, the straw beneath them had somehow transformed into a cozy bed. Even so, the scent of the hay remained unchanged.
“Wizards really are amazing.”
He had once looked down on wizards, but now that he thought about it, there was no one more romantic than they were.
Romantic, enchanting wizards. And above all, Daisy Freyan. The woman he loved. The owner of the slipper he had finally found.
“Mmh…”
As Aaron slipped the frilled skirt and blouse from her body, Daisy’s cheeks flushed faintly beneath his touch. When she was finally completely bare, Daisy slowly raised a finger.
At once, the surroundings grew as dark as night.
“I’m embarrassed.”
“But if it’s too dark, that won’t do, will it?”
“Then… how about this?”
She gave her finger another little flick, and tiny lights like stars began drifting all around them. They were like fireflies, yet also like starlight.
“That’s perfect.”
Beneath the gentle glow, Aaron lowered himself over her. Their warm skin met, and the heat rising from their bodies gradually seeped into one another.
“You won’t have to go back tonight, will you?”
At Aaron’s whisper, Daisy nodded.
“Don’t run away tonight.”
As he whispered the words, Aaron breathed warm air against her ear, and Daisy gave a slight twist of her waist.
“Mmh…”
Aaron slowly trailed his lips downward after gently licking around her ear with his warm tongue. His lips traveled from her chin, down along her neck and collarbone. When they finally reached her lovely brxxsts, Daisy tilted her head back.
Holding her soft brxxsts in both hands, Aaron licked the hardened n****e that stood proudly between his fingers. Daisy let out a quiet moan as his wet tongue teased her, her waist trembling ever so slightly. As he drew the firm n****e into his mouth and suckled it, Aaron kneaded her supple brxxsts with his hands.
“Mmh… ah…”
Still suckling at Daisy’s brxxst, Aaron slowly slid one hand down to caress her waist before gently taking hold of her thigh and guiding it apart. Obediently parting her legs as his hand directed, Daisy vividly felt something hot and firm pressing against the space between her spread thighs.
Feeling that firmness against her was the second time.
Yet she could scarcely remember what state of mind she had been in when she accepted a man for the first time that night. That night, she had summoned every ounce of courage she possessed. It had been the night she accepted a man, believing it would be her first and her last.
Everything had been a blur. She had been so intoxicated by the heat of the moment that she could barely tell how the night had passed. Her body had been left with traces of what they had shared, yet when she looked back, she could hardly remember how they had spent that night or the passion that had consumed them. She was the one who had erased Aaron’s memories with magic, and yet it almost felt as though she herself had fallen under that same spell, her own memories of the night fading into obscurity.
But this time was different.
Now she could savor him slowly, delicately.
Aaron Schmidt.
The man she had secretly watched from afar for so many years.
The boy from the harvest festival.
Her very first dance partner.
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