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She watched as fog carpeted the ground beneath her feet.

A bright light shone on her face, prompting her to hide behind her lifted arms. Out of the blinding light, a woman came forth.

Esme couldn't see her face, but she knew it was the same woman from the other dream.

“Wake up,” the woman said to her, “Wake up, my child. You've been sleeping for too long.”

Esme woke up suddenly in her bed to a thunder clap and tried to reach out to Asher, but he was not by her side. He must have left while she slept.

Her squirrel scurried into her arms and she sighed, gently stroking its head as she pondered on the meaning of that dream. Then, she wondered why he would leave her in bed like that after the great sex they had last night.

She dispelled the thought and suddenly felt the tip of a leaf touching her ear, prompting her to turn to it.

“What the hell?” A mix of shock and fear flickered in her gaze as she saw the plant in a vase on the table in her. It had grown almost three times bigger than its original size.

“Jerry, you can see that too, can't you?” she asked her pet, and it squealed a couple of times.

Esme blinked over and over, hoping that her eyes were messing with her. But the plant truly had grown that big.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

She thought that it had to be a magic plant because that was the only explanation for this sudden growth.

She was going to ask Asher why he didn't tell her that they had magic plants here.

Chapter 11 - Asher

He lay on the bed facing the canopy of the four-poster bed while she slept in his arms. Her moans were still resounding in his head, and the expression on her face as he made her feel good kept flashing in his mind.

The taste of her juice still lingered on his tongue, and a smile appeared on his face when he thought about it. She was smart enough to pick it up very fast, as opposed to what he had thought since she confessed that she was a virgin.

Asher didn't expect his time with this virgin girl to be so good. In his mind, though, he had thought that everything he would do would be painful to her no matter how gently he moved. He had made up his mind that he was going to use that time to help ease her in and make her comfortable for some other time.

He had no idea that she'd learn so quickly and would want him so badly. He was quite shocked when she changed her mind about having him deflower her that night. He wondered what exactly it was that changed her mind, but he was glad that she actually did.

It did not stop his surprise, however, when she asked him to take her and said that she was ready. But the more surprising thing was the outcome of the sex. It was way better than he had anticipated.

It was like her entire body had been waiting for him, as if she had been starving all this time. Well, he made sure that he fed her to her fill.

He glanced at her as she slept like a baby in his arms. She looked so adorable and cute.

“Such an angel,” he muttered to himself.

She was all he could think of. He couldn't sleep or focus on anything else but his bride. He glanced at her naked body and savored the sight of her contours.

Who would have thought that this was the same girl he met in the garden the other day? That girl clothed in rags could not have been the one lying next to him. He had always thought that she was beautiful since the day they met, but now, he thought that there was no one more beautiful in the whole world than her.

He smiled, remembering how she tasted, how she twisted and twirled, asking him what he was doing to her. He focused on the sounds of her moans, playing and replaying in his head as he ate well.

He felt bad when she winced and gasped out to cry at the pain of his thrust, however slow it was. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. But that was unavoidable in that case; her hymen had to break, and she had to bleed. It was the first step in enjoying sex with a virgin. He was glad that the pain had eased, and that his gentle touch and kisses had helped soothe it.

Her skin was so soft and smooth for an abused girl with a violent father figure. She had scars here and there on her body, but her skin was soft and smooth.

He recalled her tender and perky breasts. He loved the size; not too small and not too large either. Her nipples had turned red from pleasure, and they stood erect. Hard.

He massaged his eyeballs, trying to shift his focus to something different, but he couldn't. His eyes shone brighter as he reminisced about how wet and slippery she was. He combed his hair backward as images of his easy passage inside began to cloud his mind.

It was daybreak already and had some paperwork waiting for him in his office upstairs. He glanced at his sleeping beauty and decided not to wake her up. She looked so beautiful, adorable and peaceful.

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