When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 103
Having slept together almost nonstop, I spent several weeks in a somewhat abstinent state with Edgar, maintaining a somewhat detached manner. Once the body had tasted pleasure, even seeing him would often make me wet below.
“I’ll make you feel even better.”
As a small kiss fell on my forehead, his long fingers slipped beneath my panties and delved into the moist interior.
“Ah, ah…”
His fingers, which seemed slender when seen visually, were actually thicker and longer than expected. The long fingers with prominent joints stirred the already soaked interior, producing a continuous, wet sound.
“Ah, oh!”
So good. So good. The pleasure was overwhelming, it’s making me crazy. Edgar’s thick fingers entered and scraped the sensitive inner walls, withdrawing and re-entering with increasing speed. The thick fluid flowed out of the gaping hole with a loud, slick sound, moistening the heated skin.
The sensation was as unfamiliar as the first time we had s-x. The strangeness made me unknowingly tense my hips. Gasping for breath, I slightly lifted my waist from the bed.
“Ahh…! Oh, there, mm!”
Edgar, with his head lowered, took the e***t n–ple he lightly pinched between his fingers into his mouth. His moist mucous membrane clung tightly, sucking on my chest, while his thick fingers persistently probed below.
A bright light exploded behind my closed eyelids.
“Ah…!”
It was a long-awaited climax. The intense sensation pierced from head to toe, leaving me breathless. My mind became so overwhelmed that I couldn’t think of anything as if all my nerve cells had exploded simultaneously.
After gasping for a while, I gently closed my heavy eyelids.
“Chloe? Are you asleep?”
As all my senses gradually drifted away from reality, Edgar’s soft whisper was the only connection I had with the outside world. The sound of fabrics brushing against each other followed, and a gentle kiss guided me into a comfortable darkness.
“Good morning.”
With that memory as the last thing I recalled, I woke up to find it was already morning.
“Did you sleep well?”
The bright morning sunlight streamed through the wide-open curtains. Edgar, who had returned to the bed after drawing the curtains, looked particularly dashing and well-groomed in his neatly combed golden hair and crisp outfit, especially in contrast to me, just waking up.
“…We had a good time last night, didn’t we?”
My initial worry that I might have dreamed it all alone dissipated with the sight of Edgar’s flushed cheeks.
I felt a bit dazed. Edgar, who used to be a relentless embodiment of desire, would torment me all night once he got started. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up and find him still going, his waist moving rhythmically.
I wondered why, despite both of us being in love, his behavior was so different now.
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier…?”
“I was actually about to wake you soon.”
His large hand brushed through my tousled hair from sleep. I wasn’t sure if I had eye boogers or drooled while sleeping, but his actions were somewhat surprising. I quickly covered my face with my hand, and a soft chuckle fell on my head.
“It’s strange, isn’t it?”
He seemed to be saying that, after all the time we’ve spent together, I shouldn’t be embarrassed by such things. But things are bound to be different now. After all, we’re officially lovers from now on.
It wasn’t just me being peculiar; Edgar’s touch had become more insistent than before. His long fingers, which had brushed my ear, gently caressed it. This was the same hand that had been inside me the night before.
A sigh of warmth, rising from deep within, escaped as I met his amethyst-colored gaze.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have time to waste. The guests will be arriving soon, so let’s both get ready.”
A light kiss, as soft as a feather, landed on my lips, leaving no room for excess.
Everything seemed so different from before. Yet, in its own way, this was how it was now. As I absorbed the lingering feelings from last night, I finally grasped what Edgar had said.
“Guests?”
