“Venus, refrain from speaking ill of Alora. Show some restraint,” Rhea admonished, her voice rising despite her reluctance to engage in conflict. “Go to bed early,” she instructed and left the room.
Venus clenched her fists as her mother angered her.
“Sister Venus, I don’t think anything will happen. You should not stress yourself. Have a good night sleep,” Elliot said and left the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
Venus scoffed. “Even from the werewolf attack, she got saved. It would be best if shd had died that day,” she muttered.
*****
Alora slipped into her nightgown and settled into bed, her gaze fixated on the door, anticipating Magnus’s arrival.
‘Prince Magnus was definitely out of the place at the dining. I hope he tells me what’s going on. His eyes did tell me a different story.’
As the doors closed, Alora came out of her thoughts and she looked in Magnus’s direction. Her eyes grew big as she saw his upper body was not covered at all.
“The weather was quite warm today, even the night hasn’t cooled down much,” Magnus remarked as he settled onto the mattress.
“It seemed rather normal to me, Your Highness,” Alora murmured softly.
“No, the temperature was unusually high today,” Magnus insisted, pulling the blanket over himself as he leaned against the headboard.
Alora kept her eyes away, feeling nervous. She fiddled with her fingers.
“Did you not like it?” Magnus asked.
“Like what?” Alora glanced at him for a moment before returning her gaze to the dressing table.
“My body, Wife,” Magnus replied. An amusing smirk started forming on his lips.
Alora’s eyes stopped blinking for a few seconds. “Oh, I like it.” She turned her gaze at him and smiled. Her hands were now tightly clutching the blanket’s edge.
Magnus suddenly moved close to her. “Then, why are you shying away?” He asked in a teasing tone. His arm rested around her shoulder as he clung close to her.
“Your Highness, I didn’t shy away,” Alora stated and she met his gaze.
“Then,” Magnus murmured as he straddled her lap, “what about this?”
Alora’s breath caught in her throat as his hands found their way to her bare arms, their faces drawing closer together. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, creating a symphony of anticipation and uncertainty within her.
As his fingers trailed up her arms, sending shivers down her spine, Alora’s body reacted instinctively. She felt a surge of electricity as his lips met the sensitive skin of her neck, his touch sending waves of sensation through her.
With a gentle touch, Magnus’s hand found its place on her shoulder, and Alora’s senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
Alora now felt she was truly an innocent woman before marriage. There was something more in the marriage, which she had no idea of. When her mother said, she needed to give everything what her husband desires, she started feeling it was related to physical intimacy about which Magnus cleared her the other night.
Magnus read her thoughts and peppered kisses up her throat to her chin. He stopped right in front of her lips, which quivered as she breathed in apprehension.
“Alora, do you know what I thought when the first time I got to know about your eyes?” Magnus asked, his hand firmly rested on her back.
“That these are beautiful,” Alora replied.
“That they are magical,” Magnus proclaimed. “Your mother told me the woman who handed her the apple said that you’ll be protected. I think you’ve something special in you, Alora, something which makes you magical that only you can handle these eyes. Not everyone can be as good as you are,” he affirmed with an affectionate gaze.
Alora’s eyes welled up in tears to hear what Magnus said to her. She hugged him tightly while shutting her eyes close.
“Are you crying?” Magnus asked, his hand moved to her back, caressing it. However, she shook her head. Her warm tears trailed off her cheeks and the teardrops touched his cold skin. He gently pushed her away.
“I didn’t scold you, then why do you cry?” His thumbs moved to her cheeks as he wiped those tears.
“Only Prince Magnus depicts the different meaning of my eyes.” From the back of her palm, she wiped the tears from her eyes. “I thought vampires were emotionless. They don’t understand humans. But I was so wrong. Even the humans couldn’t understand me. However, His Highness does. I’m grateful to have him as my husband.” Her eyes were still misty, and her nose turned red.
“I told you not to cry in front of me. It annoys me,” Magnus murmured, brushing his thumbs gently across her cheeks. With a deft movement, he flipped her onto the soft mattress, hovering over her.
Alora’s racing heart drowned out any thoughts of tears as Magnus took her hand in his, guiding it to his cheek. As she tenderly caressed his skin, he spoke softly, “I want you to be strong. You’re too soft, Alora. I hope you can cultivate your inner strength over time.”
“I understand,” Alora replied, lifting her head to kiss him, unaware of the desire her touch stirred within Magnus. Their lips met in a tender exchange, her feather-soft kisses eliciting a smile from him. He parted his lips, inviting her deeper into the embrace.
As their kiss deepened, Alora’s hand moved instinctively from Magnus’s bare shoulder to the nape of his neck. In the heat of the moment, her left knee lifted in the air, causing her nightdress to slip up her leg.
Feeling her skin against his cold touch, Magnus placed his hand on her leg, sending a shiver down her spine as she instinctively pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise as she witnessed the sudden change in his eye color, blinking rapidly in astonishment.
“What? Do you wish me to stop?” Magnus asked, the fingers of his left hand gently toying with strands of her hair as his right hand remained on her leg.
Alora hesitated for a moment before responding, “Your hand is on my leg.”
“Yes, it is. Would you like me to move it higher?” Magnus inquired, his tone suggestive.
“W-where?” Alora stammered, feeling a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.
“To your thigh,” Magnus answered, his voice low and husky, “and then…” He paused, observing her reaction carefully.
“And then?” Alora’s voice trembled with anticipation.
“Think,” Magnus urged softly, his gaze intense.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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