When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 102
Hearing my mumbling, Edgar blinked and tightened his embrace. Our legs and bodies intertwined, and I could feel the rhythmic beating of our hearts through our pressed-together chests.
“Is it warm?”
The gentle whisper by my ear was mingled with a steady, soft thumping that was hard to tell if it was mine or his.
“Mm, it’s warm.”
It really was warm. When I’m alone in the blanket, it takes time to warm up, and I have to hide my cold hands and feet. But being with Edgar, the inside of the blanket quickly warmed up.
“It won’t do. Edgar, you’ll have to be my personal sleeping bag for life.”
“For life?”
It was a light-hearted joke, but he seemed to like the idea more than expected.
It suddenly struck me how much Edgar loved me, to the point of crying and confessing his feelings. It felt like discovering that a rare, supposedly extinct creature was actually sitting right in my own backyard after following only its tracks for so long.
Noticing my gaze, Edgar awkwardly tried to lift his lips in a smile and then covered my eyes with his hand.
“Don’t look at me so intently.”
His reddened eyes and the amethyst-colored eyes that gazed at me dreamily, even without the potion, conveyed such explicit emotions. It was surprising that I hadn’t noticed it before.
It suddenly felt lovely.
Realizing it, I impulsively pressed my lips against his. It struck me that this was the first kiss since Edgar had returned to his true self.
The surprised look on his face quickly turned into a natural exploration of my lips. His thick and moist tongue explored the roof of my mouth and each of my teeth as if trying to map out every detail. Every touch of our sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine.
“Ah, mm… hmm.”
Since returning to the cabin, we hadn’t had any physical contact, so even a simple kiss made me feel dizzy. The pleasure-soaked tongue was relaxing, and I couldn’t even produce a proper moan.
“Lift your arms… that’s it. Well done.”
Following his instructions in my dazed state, the thick gown that was wrapped around my arms fell to the floor, leaving only the sleepwear slip dress on my body.
However, the loose shoulder straps had nearly slipped off, and the crumpled hem of the dress had risen up to my waist, rendering the garment ineffective as a clothing.
“Does it hurt?”
His large hand grasped one of my b*****s. I shook my head, and he asked again.
“What about this?”
“Uh….”
Should I really have to answer such embarrassing questions one by one? The person who had always approached like a beast was now suddenly calm, which made me feel awkward instead.
“We need to find a point of agreement, Chloe. You have to tell me what feels good so I can adjust accordingly.”
He wasn’t wrong in what he said. Moreover, given that he went so far as to explain it, I couldn’t refuse to answer.
Though we had done it more than a dozen times during the days when he was under the love potion’s influence, doing it with a sober Edgar was a first for me. His careful, almost cautious treatment of me felt both strange and intensely e****c.
“How does it feel?”
“Ah… mm.”
The curve of my b****t, like a well-matured fruit, was being kneaded between his five long fingers of varying intensity. As he gripped tightly enough to leave clear handprints, a thrilling shiver ran down my spine.
“Feels, mm, good.”
As I confessed my feelings while trying to suppress my embarrassment, his touch on my b****t grew even more persistent.
“Huh… huh.”
The rough, heated breath brushed against my ear. Edgar’s gaze, intensely fixed on the red fruit hanging from my chest, was somewhat intimidating.
The previously flat n–ple had long since hardened through the thin fabric. As he looked at it hungrily like a starving beggar, he said with a sense of overwhelming emotion.
“At first, I needed to suck hard to get them e–ct, but now that I’m touching you, it’s hardening quickly.”
It was puzzling. Why did Edgar, who had such a drastically different personality before and after taking the potion, speak such embarrassing lines so nonchalantly, whether he was in his right mind or not?
“Cute.”
In the moment my eyes were distracted by his narrow, smiling gaze, his right hand, which had been on my chest, slowly slithered down my slim stomach like a snake and moved between my legs.
“You’re already wet. It’s so wet….”
The tips of his fingers slowly scratched the sensitive area over the thin fabric. The panties covering the triangular zone were stained with a dark patch, showing that only certain parts were wet.
