Chapter 61: Venus has disappeared
Alora crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Magnus, who was reclining with his head against the headboard of the bed.
"What did I do? Your grandmother needs to be shown a mirror of her discriminating behavior toward you. Alora, you should reward , instead of glaring at ," Magnus stated.
"Let my grandmother do what she wants. She is old and she is my elder," Alora explained.
"Show
your feet," Magnus asserted.
"Why?" Alora got confused.
"I want to touch them," he pronounced. "You are the idol of naivety!" He taunted Alora.
"I am not naive," Alora argued with him.
"Oh, you are!" Magnus stated.
"I know many things. I just ignore them," Alora replied.
"Then," Magnus suddenly appeared before her and pulled her close by holding her waist, "tell
what happens between a husband and a wife when they are married?"
"What kind of question is this?" Alora murmured. She asked him to let her go, her hands moved to his arm, attempting to release her from it.
Magnus pulled her chin by holding it firmly and made her look into his eyes. "Answer . Prove that you are not naive," he said.
Alora pursed her lips together, stealing away her eyes from him. She t his gaze when he said, "Your silence tells
that you already know, but you want to ignore it."
"Selvina told . I did not know," Alora finally replied. "A lot happens," she murmured. A hue of red started appearing on her cheeks. By now, she had lowered her eyes shyly. However, his hold on her chin still persisted.
Magnus leaned down his head to kiss her, he released her chin and cradled her neck. She lightly pushed him away by pressing her hands on his chest. "We are at my ho. What if my mother cos," Alora said as she breathed in.
"The door is locked," Magnus reminded her.
"I an, she may want to talk to
and then we will get disturbed," Alora murmured lightly. Her eyelids moved faster because of the nervousness built inside her.
"Your mother isn’t naive unlike you," Magnus proclaid.
"What?" Alora exclaid as she didn’t anticipate such a response from him.
"You heard ," Magnus answered. "Nevermind. Now, I’m not in a mood," he said and let go of her. For so reason, he started feeling thirsty. His fingers touched his lips as his pupils changed colors. The scent of the humans around him made him want to have the blood. But more than anyone, he wanted Alora’s blood to quench his thirst.
The mont she held his arm and pecked his lips after eting his gaze, Magnus felt the hunger for blood vanish from his mind, replaced entirely by a longing for Alora.
Quickly, he turned her around. She tilted her head, only to find his nose nuzzling her hair, while his hands worked on the hooks of her dress. Gently he moved away the hair to the front and showered kisses on her neck, and shoulder.
Suddenly a knock occurred on the door, disturbing their mont.
"Don’t disturb us for a while," Magnus said.
Alora turned to face him, asking him why he said that in a whispering tone.
"Because I want no disturbance," he answered, and in the blink of an eye, they were on the bed. Magnus gently removed her heels and placed them on the floor. His index finger traced her lips, his eyes lingering on her curves as he trailed his finger down her body.
He ducked his head into the crook of her neck, showering kisses there, while his hand rested on her belly, gently drawing circles as he caressed it. Sensing his pupils changing, Magnus decided to withdraw.
Peering into Alora’s eyes, he noticed her cheeks were flushed red. A smile played on his lips as he stroked her cheek with the pad of his fingers.
"Umm... Why did you stop?" Alora asked, nervously touching her fingers together.
"I thought you wanted
to," he murmured softly.
"No. I didn’t," Alora refused as she shook her head. She had her hand placed over the center of her chest.
"Then, undress ," Magnus said.
Alora stopped blinking for a mont, then slowly brought her hands to his overcoat. Gently sliding it off his shoulders, she propped herself up on her elbows to sit up. As she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her lips were suddenly captured by his.
Magnus held her hands, which were on his shirt, and gently pushed her back onto the mattress, pinning her hands above her head.
Feeling vulnerable beneath him, Alora lifted her leg, determined to fully surrender to the kiss, matching his pace with her own.
Each nibble sent shivers down her spine, and her dress was gradually loosening from her body. A moan escaped her lips when his palm rested over her clothed breast, but it was a suppressed one.
Alora tightly clutched his shirt, feeling the urgency for air as his hand caressed her curves, causing knots to form in the pit of her stomach.
When he detached his lips from hers, Alora let out a shaky moan, surprised by her own body’s reaction to the pleasure. She couldn’t believe the intensity of the sensation coursing through her. She wondered what kind of feeling this was that made her feel so incredibly good.
"It is called pleasure," Magnus whispered against her mouth. "Do you want to feel more?" He asked.
"I-Is there more?" Alora asked, her eyelids flickering rapidly.
Before Magnus could answer her, they heard a panicking sound coming from the outside.
"I have a request to make to the Prince," Rhea said.
Both Alora and Magnus sat up. He helped her in wearing the dress and then, put on his overcoat before heading to the door.
"What is it, Mother-in-law?" asked Magnus as soon as he opened the door. Alora, on the other hand, quickly donned her eyes with the blindfold.
"I just received a ssage from Venus’s in-laws. She has disappeared in the early morning," said Rhea with tears in her eyes.
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