Chapter 31: How sensitive you are
Alora thanked Magnus for making her et her parents. "Also, I apologize for the morning. I had no idea His Highness would stay upset with
because I didn’t stop him."
"Who said I was upset with you?" Magnus looked at the bite spot on her neck. His fingers traced them before walking ahead of her.
"I have to go outside tomorrow for work. I’ll return late," Magnus replied.
"How late?" Alora inquired as she walked behind him.
"Probably the night," Magnus answered.
"Oh."
They both were in the bedchamber, where Magnus settled on the mattress. "I want to clear a few things for you," he said. "Sit here," he offered while gesturing to the place next to him.
Alora did what she was told. Magnus placed his arm around her shoulder, and began, "If you make
drink your blood, I’m not going to sleep with you, hug you, and share my thoughts with you. In short, your definition of love won’t be fulfilled."
She promptly looked at him with a bewildered gaze and a sheer of disappointnt. "Can I ask a question?" she queried.
"Yes," Magnus allowed her.
"Why was His Highness angry at
after drinking from ?"
"Because your blood tastes different. I lose my control. And if that continues to happen, you’ll suffer. What I did for you is totally different from what you desire to offer . Do you get it?" Magnus asked, his tone was soft.
"I understand," Alora replied.
Magnus patted her head and kissed her cheek. She curled her fingers and turned her head to look at him. "What are His Highness’s likes and dislikes?" she queried.
"Umm... That question nobody asked
in a long ti," Magnus said as he thought about it. "Currently, I like you and I dislike the fact that you have to wear the blindfold. I don’t have particular likes and dislikes in things," he explained.
His response palpitated her heart. Magnus completely turned her toward him before drawing her further closer to him. She was as light as a feather to him and he easily settled her on his lap.
The apprehension in her grew as their noses brushed. A hue of red ford on her cheeks while she blinked her eyes rapidly. She closed her eyes, thinking he would kiss her. But, she promptly opened them when she felt his lips on her neck. Her hands clutched his long embroidered overcoat as she pursed her lips together.
She would feel her stomach churning with the sensations building inside her. Biting her lower lip hard, Alora moved her hand to his hair instinctively.
She let out a wl when Magnus nipped above her collarbone. The next second, a moan escaped her mouth as he licked that spot. Sothing exploded in her mind while her heart beat wildly as if she just had a marathon.
Magnus smirked to see her reactions and he took his ti to worship her neck with kisses before withdrawing. His eyes t hers, which looked at him with many questions.
"Stop biting your lips," Magnus asked as his thumb rested on them. Imdiately, Alora stopped, but her breathing was still erratic.
"I’ve yet to find out how sensitive you are to my touch," Magnus said.
"What does His Highness an by that?" Alora asked with inquisitiveness.
"Soon, you’ll find out, dear," Magnus said. He made her sit on the mattress and stood up. "Co, I’ll teach you how to write your na," he said and extended his hand to her.
Alora grabbed it and stood up. "I hope His Highness isn’t a strict teacher," she opined.
"Oh, I beco soft-hearted toward you," Magnus truthfully admitted. "Also, you are my first and last student. I don’t teach anyone," he proclaid.
Upon reaching the study room. Alora saw the shelves were stacked with a lot of books. Her eyes stopped at the mahogany desk and the long leather chair behind it. She went toward it and picked up the quill pen.
"I heard this quill is from geese," Alora asserted and saw him sitting on the chair.
"It’s from Swan," Magnus answered and asked her to co to his side.
Alora’s feet moved swiftly to the chair, on which he was settled. He pulled her down on his lap and took the quill pen from her.
"Will there be no discomfort to His Highness?" Alora inquired with concern.
"You weigh like a feather," Magnus placed a sheet in front of them. He taught Alora how to hold the pen and when she did, he helped her write her na.
A smile appeared on her lips to see the na she wrote with Magnus’s help. "It feels good to see my na in words," she said.
"Do you know the aning of your na?" Magnus asked.
Alora shook her head.
"It ans shining light or drear," Magnus replied. "Your na is beautiful just like you," he asserted.
"What is the aning of His Highness’ na?" Alora was curious to know.
"That’s your howork. Find it out for
and you’ll be rewarded," Magnus answered, smiling warmly at her. "Let’s start our first lesson. I will go with the alphabet first. You need to practice them every day before you make words. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, I get it," Alora replied. She keenly observed the way he would write the alphabet on the paper.
After he was done, he gave her the quill pen. "Now, it’s your turn." He made her sit fully on the chair after leaving it. "Write till you can. I will see you later. I have to see my father," he said.
"Okay." Alora watched him leave and continued her work.
As Magnus reached downstairs, he asked Tobias not to let anyone enter the study room. "Alora is without the blindfold, so be careful." He then went out, where a carriage was already waiting for him. As he got inside, the coachman closed it from outside and drove the carriage to the palace.
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