Chapter 47 Confessions Spoken Only When No One's Awake To Hear

• After a while, Mixarnt hesitated, his hands hovering as he prepared to move to the next area. He took a breath, poured a bit more of the scented oil into his hands, and gently began massaging her hips and buttocks—moving gradually, respectfully, but still thoroughly.
• Aelries let out a soft sigh, her voice laced with comfort and something sweeter. “M-Mixarnt... ahh… only you can… mmm… make it feel this good…”
• He froze for a second. She’s really saying these things right now. He didn’t even dare look at her face, afraid he might combust on the spot. Just the feel of her buttocks is making his mind short circuit, smooth and soft like jelly.