“Why did you stop?” Alora asked, she suddenly felt a void.
“I haven’t. It’s only the beginning,” Magnus replied, his tone filled with promise.
With that, he replaced his fingers on her thighs with his lips, trailing kisses along her soft skin. When his teeth sank into her delicate flesh, Alora let out another cry of his name, lost in the waves of pleasure that engulfed her.
Alora’s hands moved on her own to his hair, holding on to them tightly. The pleasure she had experienced earlier was nothing in front of the current one. Finally, she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, letting her body feel it.
As Alora took deep breaths, trying to comprehend the intensity of the moment, Magnus undressed himself fully. Gently holding her thighs, he pulled her close before pressing into her.
“Ahhh!” Alora hissed in pain as she clutched onto his arms.
Quick to ease her discomfort, Magnus nibbled on her lips, soothing her with his tender touch. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, the sensation of their connection overpowering any lingering discomfort.
Alora’s nails dug into the flesh of his back, her pleasure evident in the smile that formed on her lips as she felt herself ascending to cloud nine.
“I love you, Alora. Finally, we are one. You are mine,” Magnus whispered against her lips, sealing their union with his declaration of love for her.
Alora snuggled close to Magnus, her head resting on his arm while her hand moved to his chest. Gradually, she opened her eyes and recalled everything from the last night.
“Good morning, Love,” Magnus greeted her and kissed her lips. Nibbling her bottom lip, he yearned for a moan from her mouth. Her eyelashes touched the skin beneath her eyes as she lowered them and smiled.
“Prince Magnus still has energy in the morning,” she murmured and realized she was donned in a silk robe.
“After you fell asleep, I cleaned you. I thought to put the robe on you so that you won’t catch s cold,” Magnus told her before she could even ask about it.
Alora’s heart fluttered to hear how much her husband cared for her.
“I’ll ask the servant to prepare a bath for us,” Magnus opined and slowly moved away from her. She remained on the mattress while watching Magnus going out.
“Are we going to bathe together?” Alora murmured, covering her eyes with her hands as she felt shy. As she lowered her hands, she propped herself up on her elbows and sat up, contemplating the idea. Eventually, Alora made her way to the washroom.
After freshening up, she examined her body in the mirror and was shocked to see it covered in hickeys. Her mouth fell open in disbelief as she quickly pulled up her silk robe.
“How am I supposed to face the others? Even my neck has the imprints of his lips,” Alora murmured to herself, feeling self-conscious about the marks left by Magnus’s affection.
After brushing her teeth, Alora exited the washroom and was greeted by Selvina standing with her head low.
Alora got conscious too, making sure not to look into her eyes. “Your Highness, the bathhouse is ready for you,” Selvina informed her with a tiny smile on her lips.
“Thank you, Selvina.” Alora headed to the bathhouse. Through the plain white see-through curtains, she saw Magnus resting inside the huge bathing pool.
She strode toward him and widened to see the scratches of her nails on his back.
“Come in. The water is warm,” said Magnus as he moved his hand into the water, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at her.
“Hmm.” Alora moved her hands to the knots of her robe and she untied them. She entered the pool, keeping her hands over her chest, and sat across from Magnus.
“What is this? You are sitting so far from me,” he complained.
“I have to wear a collared gown because you left hickeys all over my body,” Alora stated, her frustration evident in her tone.
In an instant, Magnus appeared right in front of her, trapping her between his arms. “So? Your body belongs to me. Besides, you begged for it last night,” he said with a playful grin.
“Did I?” Alora pursed her lips together, trying to recall.
“You did,” Magnus replied, bringing his right hand to her arm and making circles on it. “You said, ‘Please, more.’”
A blush instantly spread across Alora’s cheeks at the memory, and she looked away, unable to meet Magnus’s gaze. He smirked and sat beside her.
“Do you wish me to start again?” asked Magnus.
“No,” a prompt reply came from Alora’s mouth.
“Really?” Magnus teased as he trailed his hand to her breast. He watched the movements of her eyes and heard the beating of her heart. “Why does your body tell a different story to me?” he asked and leaned close to her ear.
Magnus wasted no time in nipping her earlobe, causing her to let out a sweet, low cry.
Alora knew her body defied her words and she found herself giving in to the pleasure once again forming inside her. However, Magnus stooped and sat next to her.
She smiled as she realized he only teased her. “Are you well now?” Alora picked up the bar of herbal soap and gently applied it on Magnus’s shoulders, followed by the back.
“Yes,” he responded. “I’m glad you held me back and didn’t let me go last night.”
“I promised to stay by your side until my last breath. I will never let Prince Magnus feel alone,” Alora said with a smile.
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“Gabriel, what are you doing here in this early morning?” Izaak asked as he encountered him outside the residence.
“Greetings to Your Highness,” Gabriel said as he bowed to the eldest Vampire Prince. “I was here to report to Prince Magnus about an important matter,” he stated.
“What matter?” Izaak arched his eyebrow with curiosity.
“The attack on Princess Alora, I’ve gathered some more information about it,” Gabriel said he felt Izaak didn’t know regarding this matter. “I will His Highness later.” He stepped ahead when Izaak stopped him.
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.