Reclaiming Magic (remake)

Chapter 4: Caught in a Dream

Laying there, I thought, damn, I just can’t get enough. As Andrew comes up for air and lays a soft kiss on my thigh, he looks up at me, “You are so beautiful. I love you.” He picks me up and pins me up against a wall. I wraps my legs around his hips and shudders when I feel his mound up against my fold. “I love you too,” I manage to reply. The kisses get stronger and hungrier. Andrew moves my body up and down on his at a steady pace as his shaft goes into my v****a and back out. He picks up his pace as the sound of my moans get louder. My eyes roll back and just before I climaxes, I wake up.

My breath quickened and a deep lingering feeling of desire pulsed within me. The remnants of the dream clung to me like a soft caress, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and frustrated. As I lay there, heart still racing, the undeniable urge coursed through my veins, igniting a craving that was impossible to ignore. After a few moments of gather my thoughts, I reluctantly pushed the covers away and swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying to shake the lingering sensations from the dream. The thoughts of Andrew echoed in my mind as I made my way to the kitchen, where the enticing aroma of something delicious wafted through the air.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Andrew’s cheerful voice greeted me as I entered the kitchen. He turned from the stone, a bright smile lighting up his face, and I felt my heart leap. The sight of him was magnetic, and a warmth swelled inside me. “Did you make breakfast?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep, though my appetite stirred at the scent of freshly cooked eggs and crispy bacon. “Of course, you favorite,” Andrew replied, motioning toward the table set with a warm meal that looked almost too good to eat. I took a seat, savoring the view of him bustling around the kitchen, confidence radiating off him as he plated the food. We settled into a comfortable silence, the clinking of forks and quiet chewing filling the room. But as I too my first bite, my curiosity got the better of me. “Can I ask you something?” I looked up from my plate, meeting Andrew’s gaze.

“Anything,” he said, his expression open and sincere. “What’s our history?” I asked, setting down my fork. “Why were you so willing to help me? You barely knew me.” I felt vulnerability wash over me, exposing myself in ways I had kept buried. Andrew paused, his fork hovering in mid-air. “It’s complicated,” he began cautiously. “I guess… I’ve always had feelings for you, Ashley, but I never had the chance to act on them. Not when you were with Ethan.” My heart raced at his admission, a mixture of astonishment and hope blooming within me. “Ethan?” I echoed, trying to process the connection. “Why didn’t you say something before?”

“It was hard to watch you with him and there are things I’d rather you remember rather than tell you.” Andrew confessed, a shadow passing over his features. “He was… abusive, and I couldn’t stand by and let that happen. Every time I tried to reach out, I was scared it would only make it worse for you. We did eventually sleep together a few times but we were never in a relationship.” I felt a pang in my chest, remembering the dark memory I had of Ethan. The tears I had stifled over the past few weeks threatened to break free, but I steeled myself, not wanting to show any weakness. “I didn’t realize…” I whispered. Andrea leaned closer, his expression earnest. “You deserve better, Ashley. You always have. And now that you’re free, I want to be there for you. I want to protect you.”

A warmth enveloped me, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper. But before I could reply, Andrew changed the subject. “So, are you ready to train?” The change in tone pulled me back to the present and my new reality. “Train?” I asked, my eyebrows knitting together. “Yes,” Andrew replied, his enthusiasm returning as he stood up and cleared the table. “We need to go over some fundamental skills to help keep you safe. Trust me, it’s important.” I nodded and followed him to the living room, where various potions and materials lay scattered around. Andrew began by explaining the basics of creating smoke boms using enchanted herbs and powders.

“First, we mix the ingredients together,” he instructed, guiding my hands as we prepared the potions. As we worked side by side, I found myself getting lost in the moment, the closeness heightening my awareness of him. “Now, let’s practice the spell to see through smoke,” Andrew said, demonstrating the incantation while conjuring a small, swirling cloud that enveloped the room. The smell of sage and rosemary filled the air and danced around us, making my heart race with anticipation. “Your turn,” he encouraged. With focused determination, I closed my eyes, rooted myself and recited the incantation. To my astonishment, I felt the world shift as my mind cleared, and I could see through the smoke, revealing Andrew’s proud smile.

He walks towards me, through the smoke and softly kisses my lips. As Andrew softly kisses me, time seems to dissolve around us. The world fades, leaving only the warmth of his lips and the steady rhythm of our heartbeats. Each kiss ignites a spark within me, a growing need that I can no longer ignore. The way he pulls me closer, as if I’m the very breath he needs to survive, sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the heat rising between us, an electric force that promises transcendent, something beyond words. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around him, feeling the strength of his body against mine. It’s simple act, yet it carries the weight of unspoken declarations and long-hidden desires. In this moment, everything else, the worries, the doubts, the chaos of the outside world, vanishes into nothingness. It’s just Andrew and me, suspended in a bubble of intimacy.

Carrying me into the bedroom, he pushes the door open with his shoulder. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room in a warm, inviting light, casting gentle shadows that dance along the walls. In that moment, the space feels sacred, a private enclave where we can shed the weight of our daily lives and just be. My heart races with anticipation as he sets me down on the bed, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity that makes my breath hitch. “What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice a low murmur filled with curiosity.

I hesitate for a moment, searching for the right words, and then I realize that no words can capture what I feel. Instead, I reach out, my fingers brushing against his jawline, tracing the outline of his face as if committing it to memory. “I’m thinking about how much I want this,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, a slow, genuine smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, making my heart flutter. It’s a smile that tells me he understands, that he feels the same magnetic pull drawing us together. As my fingers tangle in his hair, I pull him closer, deepening our connection.

With a swift motion, he leans in, and our lips meet again, this time with a desperation that speaks volumes. It’s as if we are trying to merge our souls, to erase any lingering doubts or fears that have held us back. I can feel his passion radiating from him, filling the space between us, and it draws me in like a moth to a flame. As our kisses grow deeper and more fervent, I feel a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. Every kiss seems to peel away layers of hesitation, revealing something raw and beautiful beneath. I can feel the intensity of his emotions reflected in my own--- a fiery rush of excitement tempered by a hint of trepidation.

In that moment, I know that this isn’t just physical; it’s a powerful connection that transcends the moment. It’s the merging of our worlds, the intertwining of our stories. I can’t help but wonder where this path will lead us, but for now, I choose to surrender to the warmth of his embrace. Suddenly, he pulls back just enough to gaze into my eyes, “You’re sure?” he asks, his voice soft yet steady. At that moment, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.