The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 142: Your sweet cries

Chapter 142: Your sweet cries

"No," Alora refused and walked past him. She held the cup filled with blood and handed it to Magnus. "It must be a tiring day for you," she said, watching him drinking the blood. His thirst quenched while recuperating his energy.

She took the cup from him and wiped his mouth using the napkin in her hand. Placing the cup on the table, Alora asked Magnus if he didn’t wish to have supper.

"I can ask Tobias to tell the chefs to cook the food of your choice," Alora opined.

"I’m not hungry. Blood was enough for me," Magnus replied, drawing nearer to her. "But my appetite lies elsewhere," he whispered against her lips, his touch tracing a sensual path from her waist down to her left thigh.

"Don’t deny that you wore this dress without reason," he continued, not intending to read her thoughts but rather wanting her to confess her intentions willingly. The tension between them simmered with it.

"Umm... I was curious to find out how I would look in this night dress. I never tried it before, so I thought to try it today," she responded, not gazing directly into his eyes.

Magnus amusedly smiled to hear her responses. He lifted her chin with the support of his index finger and peered into her eyes. "Did you forget I read minds? And you are such a terrible liar that I don’t even have to read yours. Your eyes betray your mouth and so does your body," he proclaimed.

He let go of her chin and asked her to wait for him for a minute. He needed to clean his mouth with his water after having the blood.

Finally, after one minute, Magnus was back in the room. As the doors thud closed, Alora pursed her lips together and her eyelids fluttered with nervousness. The next second, she found herself being pulled into his embrace, her small frame collided with his firm one.

His lips tenderly met hers, gently nibbling as he savored the sweetness. With each beat of her heart, he felt a symphony of desire pulsating through them both. Trailing the back of his hand along her left arm, he then lifted her thigh with a gentle touch, effortlessly carrying her weight as he swiftly moved to the bed.

With practiced ease, he lowered her onto the soft mattress, allowing her body to sink into its welcoming embrace.

"Hah!" Alora gasped for air as he withdrew from the kiss. "I had a tea with Royal Mother in the evening," she said.

"I hope Mother didn’t say anything harsh to you," Magnus remarked.

"No. She didn’t. We had a joyful conversation. Royal Mother told me a lot of things. And she even made me aware how strong-headed I need to be after joining the Council," Alora disclosed to him. Her hands remained steadfast around his neck.

"She asked you to think about starting a family!?" Magnus didn’t wish to read her thoughts, but he ended up doing so.

"Yes. It will be two months for our marriage," Alora replied. "But I told Royal Mother that I have certain tasks to accomplish," she added.

"Don’t listen to Mother. She will push you into the household responsibilities. Also, I’m not ready to have kids at this time. It’s just the beginning when we both started enjoying life," Magnus truthfully told her.

"I feel the same." Alora agreed with him and pulled him down. With a smile, they kissed each other. His hand rested on her exposed thigh as he drew circles on her skin.

His lips trailed a path of desire, caressing every inch of her neck and collarbones before lavishing attention on her breast. Each nip elicited a low, sensual cry from her lips, spurring him on. Throughout the day, his emotions had been held back, but now, nothing would halt his devotion.

Descending further, he peppered her with tender kisses, each touch a testament to his adoration. Her eyes closed, her mind drifting into a haze of pleasure under his sweet ministrations, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation provided by him.

As Magnus’s lips grazed the tender flesh of her inner thigh, knots of anticipation coiled in the pit of her stomach, her back arching involuntarily in response.

An illicit cry escaped her lips, swiftly followed by a breathless moan of his name, her voice thick with desire.

Her hands tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer, her fingers urging him to do more as she experienced a different kind of pleasure. Sensing her robe loosening, Alora’s eyes fluttered open.

With a longing for his lips, she pulled Magnus closer, her hands skillfully untying the knot on his robe, revealing his taut chest. As his hand caressed her right breast, urging her lips to meet his once more, their desire intensified, igniting a fire within them.

As her muffled moans escaped into their shared kiss, Alora found herself gradually succumbing to the allure of their intimacy, her body becoming half-exposed beneath him without her even realizing.

"Your body is eager for me, and your face... it’s utterly captivating," Magnus murmured, his eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and adoration as he gazed upon her. Alora’s cheeks flushed crimson, her arousal deepening at his words.

With a swift movement, Magnus flipped her onto her stomach, his bare chest pressing against her exposed back as he showered her shoulder with kisses. His lips left a love bite on her sweet spot, eliciting a series of moans from her lips as she pleaded with him to stop teasing her.

As Magnus tenderly fondled her breasts, her cries intensified, filling the room with a symphony of her heightened desire.

"Your sweet cries are music to my ears. Keep calling my name," Magnus whispered huskily into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Ple-please... Mag-nus!" Alora’s voice cracked with overwhelming sensation, her mind swirling with desire. Her hand instinctively moved to his neck, tilting her head as their mouths met in a heated kiss, their passion igniting like wildfire between them.

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