Alora’s throat felt dry as she gulped nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the strands of his hair as they rested on his nape.
“I don’t know… Perhaps to my arm,” Alora responded in a soft voice, her brows knit together in uncertainty.
Magnus smiled at her response, a glint of amusement in his eyes was evident. He leaned in to kiss the top of her forehead before slowly moving away from her. With a gentle sigh, he settled beside her, leaving Alora to ponder her feelings and thoughts in the wake of their intimate moment.
“You are sweet,” Magnus remarked, gently pinching her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder, his arm still wrapped around her.
Alora turned her head to meet his gaze. “His Highness is also sweet,” she replied with a smile, feeling a warmth spread through her despite her drowsiness. A yawn escaped her lips as she settled against him, feeling content and safe in his embrace.
As her breathing grew steady and her body relaxed, Alora’s eyes slowly closed, and she drifted into a deep slumber.
“Such a mesmerizing woman you are,” Magnus whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. “I’ll make sure to provide you with everything you’ve always yearned for,” he vowed softly, his words filled with determination and affection as he watched over her sleeping form.
*****
The next morning, Alora woke up feeling a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Today was her sister’s wedding day, and she couldn’t help but feel delighted at the prospect of celebrating such a joyous occasion.
As she turned around, Alora’s gaze fell upon Magnus, who was seated with his head resting against the headboard.
“When did His Highness wake up?” Alora inquired, sitting up and her hand resting on the mattress.
“About an hour ago,” Magnus replied, meeting her gaze. “Come and bathe with me,” he suggested, his tone inviting. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“What?” Alora thought she heard something wrong.
“I already said,” Magnus put his feet on the floor.
“Why not? Is there a problem in that?” Magnus teased, his tone playful as he looked down at Alora.
“I just want to sleep for another hour,” Alora replied quickly, lying down and pulling the blanket tightly around herself. She placed a hand over her chest, feeling her heart racing in her chest like it was running a marathon.
“What were you imagining, Alora? I could practically read your thoughts. You’re quite the naughty woman,” Magnus continued to tease, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he swiftly reached her.
“I didn’t think anything, Your Highness,” Alora insisted, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Oh, but you did. You were imagining tracing your fingers over my chest, exploring my body, and wanting me to do the same to you,” Magnus affirmed, a playful grin spreading across his lips.
“What? No! Why would I think that?” Alora protested, her voice filled with disbelief as she tried to deny the suggestive thoughts Magnus had picked up on.
“Then, why are you hiding inside the blanket? Face me,” Magnus stated.
Alora pulled down the blanket slowly and met his gaze.
“Your cheeks have turned red. Your imagination is wild, Wife,” Magnus pronounced, his teasing didn’t stop there.
Alora dressed in a maroon off-shoulder gown that accentuated her figure. As she adorned herself with earrings and a delicate gold chain featuring a small pendant, her eyes met Magnus’s reflection in the mirror.
“Stay seated,” Magnus instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, as he approached her with purposeful strides.
His hand came to rest on her shoulders, and a warm smile graced his lips. “You look stunning,” Magnus complimented her sincerely, his gaze filled with admiration.
“Thank you,” Alora replied with a smile, though her heart fluttered nervously as Magnus’s fingers gently caressed her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She fidgeted with her fingers, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension about Magnus’s intentions.
“To worship you and make love to you,” Magnus answered as he read her thoughts, his voice soft yet filled with a deep intensity.
“What?” Alora’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, feeling a rush of emotions coursing through her. Finally, her eyes lowered, overwhelmed by his unexpected declaration.
“How will His Highness do that?” Alora inquired, her curiosity piqued as she rose to her feet. She felt Magnus’s hands on her arms now, and he planted a tender kiss on her shoulder.
“Do you wish to know now?” Magnus asked, his voice laced with a hint of anticipation.
“Yes,” Alora responded, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart still racing with nervousness.
As Magnus’s lips trailed kisses along her neck, Alora tightly clutched her gown, feeling a wave of pleasure coursing through her. The kisses grew more fervent, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.
His hand sensually traced the curve of her body, causing Alora’s breath to hitch in her throat. “Your Highness, wh-what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation and apprehension, feeling his fingers delicately caressing her breast over the fabric of her dress.
“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear.
Alora bit her lip hard, a sharp intake of breath escaping her mouth as her chest rose and fell with each electrifying touch. Her thoughts ceased to exist as her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations caused by Magnus’s gentle ministrations on her body.
And finally, that sweet torture stopped as his hand was now on her belly. His lips no longer kissed her neck, but his nose nuzzled it. “Alora, did you like it?” His eyes met hers through the mirror as his chin rested on her bare shoulder while anticipating the response.
“It was different from what I’ve usually experienced so far,” Alora truthfully answered. “I like it,” she said, keeping her gaze fixed on him.
Magnus smiled and he picked up the brush to comb her hair.
“I can do it myself, Your Highness,” Alora said.
“Magnus. Call me Magnus,” he pronounced, interlocking his gaze with her once again. “I’ve heard my name from your mouth only once: when I drank for the first time from you,” he stated.
“Magnus,” Alora whispered, making him smile.
“You have such beautiful hair, so smooth and silky,” he asserted, placing the brush on the table. With gentle hands, he guided her to face him, cradling her neck tenderly. “Alora, there’s so much more I want to do with you. But I’m proceeding slowly because of your innocence,” he whispered against her lips.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.