Chapter 23

The beep sound coming from the microwave indicated that the first batch of the cookies was ready.

Rose was treading the murky waters of intimacy and relationship very well and Ares wanted to show her how much he appreciated her trust, her willingness and faith she had in him.

He decorated the chocolate chip crooked circles with a layer of light whipped cream before keeping them in a tray with a mug of hot milk infused with almond and saffron.

While in the kitchen Ares was preparing breakfast, Rose was busy washing her face in the washroom with her cheeks burning remembering the events of last night, he had touched her flower, her most intimate parts and she loved his touch.

She reminisced how he had bowed his head, pushing up her legs, keeping them on his shoulder as his tongue lapped the nectar her sweet pussy gushed with, her inner thighs were marked with hickeys as he latched onto the soft creamy skin, soothing the bruises with his tongue. He had guided he