Alora turned left and spread her arm out only to feel that Magnus wasn’t beside her. She shot open her eyes and looked around the bedroom, which was covered in darkness. Rubbing her eyes, Alora wondered if Magnus went outside and quickly got off the bed. She wore the cloak around her and left the bedroom to look for him.
However, her feet halted to see Magnus sitting alone in the living room under the dim lights of the candles.
He turned his head as Alora’s blood scent reached his nostrils. “Why are you here?” Magnus left his seat while keeping the hold on the cup.
Alora leaped the last stair and walked to him. Without uttering a single word to him, Alora hugged him tightly. “I thought His Highness left to hunt,” she murmured.
Magnus tenderly stroked her hair. “I was here only, drinking for some time,” he whispered.
She withdrew from the hug while he hung his arm around her shoulder. Placing the cup on the table, he told Alora that they should head back.
Upon reaching their bedroom, Alora removed her cloak and hung it on the hanger. “Can I open the window? I feel hot here,” she asked.
“Of course!” Magnus permitted her.
Alora went to the window and pushed it open. The moment it opened, her eyes fell onto the moon, which was slightly red. “Magnus, look, how beautiful the moon is!” She exclaimed in happiness.
Magnus approached her and halted behind her. He never enjoyed the beauty of the moon. However, the way Alora would look at her and explain about it, made him look at it from a different angle.
Alora extended her hand out and made a circle with her thumb and index finger. She pivoted to Magnus and told him to look at the moon through the circle she made. “It looks tiny and it feels that I can reach it,” she murmured with her white-teeth smile.
Magnus held her hand and lowered it. His other hand cradled her neck while his thumb brushed her cheek gently. The next second, he lifted her up, resting his hands on her hips and locking her legs behind his torso.
“I don’t think you’ll get a sleep tonight,” Magnus whispered against her lips.
Alora’s eyelashes fluttered, and her heart drummed against her chest. “What do you mean?” she questioned naively.
“You’ll know soon,” Magnus said.
He kissed her passionately, sending a surge of electricity through her mind and body, leaving her instantly breathless. With deliberate, unhurried steps, he made his way to the bed, where he gently laid Alora down. As he tore off his shirt, Alora’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Why did you do that?” Alora asked, blinking rapidly.
“I didn’t have time to deal with each button,” Magnus replied with a smirk, leaning in to capture her lips in another intense kiss. As their lips met in a fervent embrace, Alora felt her thoughts dissolve, her hands instinctively roaming over his cool, taut skin, but with hesitation.
He withdrew from the kiss, making them gasp for air. “Alora, I’m going to undress you fully,” he whispered.
Taking Alora’s hand in his, Magnus let her explore his body. “You don’t need to hesitate while touching me. After all, I’m yours,” he said. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Bringing it again to his chest, he let her roam on it.
She admired his body by letting her hand freely explore his chest, his shoulders, and then his arms. The way her big eyelashes would flutter made his insides flutter.
Lowering himself further, Magnus planted a tender kiss on Alora’s forehead before pressing his lips to hers. Their kiss was brief but filled with longing, and then he trailed his lips down to her chin, then to her throat and neck. With deft hands, he swiftly untied the knots of her nightdress.
Alora’s breath hitched as her hand moved to Magnus’s smooth tresses, her fingers entwining with them in silent approval of his advances.
“Ahhh.” She let out a cry when he nipped the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. However, the short pain soothed as soon as he licked the spot, causing her to moan.
The strange feeling formed under the pit of her stomach kept growing. He slowly pulled down the fabric of her dress, thus revealing her curves to his hungry eyes.
Alora instinctively brought her arms to hide herself, her cheeks flushed beetroot red. Her lips quivered unable to speak up because of her shyness.
He was tender in approach as he grasped her both hands and asked her to look at him. When she did, she was mesmerized to see his gleaming red eyes.
Because the blood moon was at its peak hour, it caused Magnus to suddenly feel thirsty for the blood.
She noticed the sudden change in his demeanor He was fighting with himself and it caused a worry in her. His fangs grew in the middle of their lovemaking and he quickly sat up, moving away from her.
Magnus clutched the sheets, and he decided to leave before he would hurt Alora. However, she clung to him from behind. Her front body pressed to his back, sharing the warmth with him.
“Alora, I waited for this moment for a long time. But… I want blood suddenly,” Magnus managed to speak and asked her to let him go. “I don’t know what I’ll do to you if I don’t leave,” he stated.
“You can drink from me anytime you want. You don’t have to stop yourself,” Alora said and she kissed the top of his cold shoulder. “Just look into my eyes,” she requested him.
Magnus listened to her and turned around. “Do I look scary?” he queried. He knew with his long canines and deep red eyes, he didn’t look lesser than any animal or a beast.
“No. You look magical,” Alora replied, passing a smile to him. Those were the words Magnus had always used for her. She moved her fingers to touch his fangs. Her fingers then traced his face, admiring the beauty of it.
All this time, Magnus had showered her with love and now it was Alora’s turn to reciprocate with equal passion. She kissed him deeply on the lips, then shifted herself onto his lap, eager to express her affection.
Magnus felt himself returning to its original form. He held the nape of Alora’s neck, burying his head in the crook of her neck. With constant nibbling and suckling on her skin, he elicited sweet pleasure from her, causing her to writhe in ecstasy.
His lips again found her mouth, and she welcomed him. Her hands locked behind her nape; all her shyness had gone by this time. However, the blush on her cheeks was still persistent.
Magnus no longer wanted her blood. The passion and her warmth had overpowered his thoughts.
Soon enough, he made her lay on the mattress, ripping off her clothes, thus making her eyes grow big. She didn’t anticipate this kind of response from him.
“I’ve no more patient left, Alora,” he said, pressing her body on hers.
His fingers trailed up her thighs while his lips left kisses between the valley of her breasts.
“Mag-nus…” Alora whispered his name, her voice filled with desire as she looked at him. She was unable to understand where to focus. In truth, her mind was in a disheveled state now. Her back arched as he explored every spot on her body with his hands and fiery kisses.
He continued to trail his lips down her belly, his movements turned deliberately slower than before. Finally, he came to a stop just below her navel, leaving Alora breathless with anticipation.
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.