Page 210 of His Blazing Witch

"Liam... don't tell me you and Sylviana never...?"

"Moon Goddess, that is private!" he suddenly exclaims.

He gets up and backs away from me, but I can tell he is embarrassed. I'm so shocked I chuckle nervously.

"Are you serious? Liam?"

"First, it's nothing funny," he retorts. "It's very private. Secondly, I'm not completely ignorant! It's not like nothing happened, we did... stuff. We just never went that far. Sylviana was older than me, and she... uh, kept..."

I did not expect that. I don't know what teenage Liam was like, but I'll definitely say Sylviana was a saint for resisting him. Or just not... into that? Damn, I have a lot of questions I do not want to think about right now. I slap my cheeks and try to organize those thoughts that are popping up.

"So this was also your..."

"First. Yes."

I stay speechless, and barely remember to close my mouth. I hear him sigh.

"Fine, laugh if you want."

I stand up to face him, a bit annoyed now.

"Why would I laugh?" I retort. "I'm not going to make fun of you, there's nothing to laugh about!"

"But earlier–"

"I was surprised, Liam!" I exclaim. "My boyfriend is a walking sex bomb who had a past with another woman, older than him, to boot! I never imagined you'd be a virgin like me! Well, I wasn't even sure I was, but... anyways. I don't find this funny, okay? I promise. Actually, I wish you'd told me. I would have felt less... I don't know. Inexperienced."

"I still have more experience than you."

I slap his shoulder.

"I won't make fun of you, but don't you start boasting!" I growl.

He finally laughs. I want to stay mad at him a bit longer, but I can't. He's just too cute, too sexy, and too much for me to handle. I cross my arms, but Liam is quick to wrap his around my waist, binding me in his embrace. I try to pretend to pout, but my lips are twitching and not convincing enough. He leans in to give me a kiss, and this time, I really can't resist. I wrap my arms around his neck for more caresses. He gently pushes me toward the wall, getting the two of us under the hot shower.

We begin a wild game of trying to kiss between the water, chuckling and letting our lips and faces get wet. I play with Liam's hair, pushing it back and forth, even sideways, anything I want. While he lets me do that, his hands go to my lower back, grabbing and patting my butt. ...Does he really like my bottom? To my surprise, he keeps fondling my butt cheeks for a while, and suddenly, uses his grip to lift me up. I laugh from suddenly being taller than him, and wrap my legs around his waist. Holding me, he resumes our kisses, and I realize I might like kissing him from above...

Our kissing gets a bit less playful and more sensual. Mm... I just want to keep kissing those lips forever. Liam's thin lips are not giving me any rest. We keep going, and my hands go down his back and up his neck, caressing his large back... Damn, I wish I could grab his butt too. I chuckle at that thought and keep kissing him, until he gently bites my tongue.

"What are you laughing about?" he mutters against my lips.

Should I tell him? Hm... I'm not sure I want to. I shake my head, and just insist on some more kissing before letting my lips drift to his face. I kiss his cheeks, with the little spikes of his beard sticking out. He's better without it, though. I like a clean shaven Liam... I keep going, to his cute nose, and switch to his eyes. He closes them, and I want to kiss his eyelids, but... His scar appears, and even when it's closed, that white layer over it bothers me.

"Liam... don't move."

"What?"

Thankfully, the mark from Sylviana’s spell is on my other hand. But this side, I can take care of with my other hand. I apply my fingers against his scar. This scar was caused by magic, but Nora couldn't heal it... I see. This isn't just a scar, as expected. A curse… Whoever did this intended to kill him, and it left traces.

"Mara..." he sighs.

"I said, don't move."

My serious tone gets him to obey, and I do hope I'm not too heavy, but I really need to focus right now. I can feel it. It's very small and insidious, but... there's definitely Dark Magic contained in that wound. No wonder Nora was unable to do anything. It is small, well hidden, and a more complex curse than it seems. Now, I'm even more glad I spent time finally learning proper witchcraft with little Mara.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, a bit worried.

"A hundred percent, Mara."

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