The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 164: Unable to resist his touch

Chapter 164: Unable to resist his touch

Alora gazed at the towering shelf in the Council’s library, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of ancient knowledge. She approached the librarian, inquiring about the availability of millennia-old books.

"Your Highness, give me some time to search for them. They have not been read by anyone in such a long time," the Head Librarian replied respectfully.

"Okay. You can send them to the palace if I leave early," Alora instructed in her humble tone. She wanted to delve into the ancient books, pondering she might find something useful about her eyes. Since she now knew how to read, she could make good use of it.

Exiting the library, Alora made her way to the office room. However, in the midway, she encountered five female vampires, who worked for the vampire academy. All were dressed in white outfits with golden embroidery on their borders. They bowed to Alora, greeting her with humbleness.

"Do you have a few minutes to spare to me?" Alora inquired. "I am curious to know what kind of work all of you do," she stated, smiling at them.

"Your Highness, we are the non-teaching staff in the academy. Why don’t you visit it someday? The visit to the academy may give you a better perspective of the work culture there," the first one answered and gave her a suggestion as well.

"That’s a wonderful idea," Alora liked her suggestion.

"We are glad that Her Highness liked our suggestion," the second one replied. They took their leave as they needed to report to the Chancellor. Alora gave them the way and returned to her workplace.

"Alora, where have you gone?" Magnus asked as he looked worried.

"I went to the library, Your Highness. Did something happen?" Alora questioned. "Why do you look anxious?" She approached him with her slow steps.

"Don’t go out alone. You could have asked Griffin to accompany you. You know that the Vampire Council has hundreds of vampires working in different departments," Magnus elucidated and glanced at Griffin. "Don’t let her roam around by herself if I’m not around," he strictly instructed.

"I met some female vampires who work in the Vampire Academy. Did His Highness study there?" Alora’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

"No, princes and princesses are supposed to study in the palace. They get teachers employed for them. The academy is for the children of noble vampires and others," Magnus clarified, shedding light on the distinction between the education system for royalty and that of other vampire children.

"Oh. I will send our kids to the Vampire Academy. They should meet many children of their age group when they start school," Alora suddenly remarked.

Griffin smiled and glanced at Magnus. "I’ll be a good uncle to them," he added.

"Shall we begin the work?" Magnus asked the two of them, arching their brows at them. "We can talk about this later," he added.

"Does His Highness not like talking about the kids? They are cute and lovely," Alora again diverted the conversation to the kids.

"Yes. They are, Alora," Griffin said.

"Griffin, carry these to Brother Izaak’s workplace," Magnus gave a command, gesturing to the stack of the files present at one side of the table. Griffin was quick to comply with the prince’s order and left.

Alora pouted her lips and quietly sat on the chair.

"Am I not cute and lovely? I’m better than any kid," Magnus suddenly remarked, bringing Alora’s attention to him.

"You are an adult. How could you be cute?" Alora murmured and asked him what she needed to do.

"Nothing. Just focus on me, Wife," Magnus urged.

"What?" Alora was bewildered to hear his request.

Magnus leaned forward on the desk as his eyes shone deep red. Alora’s heart swayed and she felt her cheeks being heated up. His penetrating gaze at her, made Alora feel strange and she averted her gaze from him.

"I think we should resume the work," Alora opined and held the scroll that came in her hand. She opened it, but her mind wasn’t focused on the contents inside it.

Magnus rose from his seat and approached Alora. Perching on the edge of the table, he gently corrected her grip on the scroll. Alora’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized it was upside-down.

Feeling his arms envelop her, Alora was drawn closer as Magnus held her securely between his legs, his protective embrace held her close to him.

"We will have kids when you’ll be fully ready. When they would turn four, we will admit them into the vampire academy," Magnus stated.

"Hmm. That sounds fun," Alora answered. "Anyone can come in," she murmured when she felt his nose running the bane of her exposed neck.

"No one is around. And whoever will come in has to knock on the door first to get my permission," Magnus whispered.

As Magnus’s lips trailed down her neck, Alora’s grip tightened on his overcoat, her hands trembling with anticipation. With closed eyes, she bit her lower lip, suppressing any sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape.

Despite her efforts, a soft moan slipped past her lips as Magnus’s tongue traced a path along her throat, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. Her body betrayed her resolve, responding to the touch of his lips, his tongue, with undeniable desire.

Her breathing turned erratic as Magnus finally stopped worshipping her neck. Instead, his eyes lingered on her luscious, rosy lips. He couldn’t wait to taste them and capture them. Her small face rested between his palms. His fingers stroked her cheeks. Soon, he moved one of his hands to the back of her head while the other cradled her neck.

As Alora willingly parted her lips, Magnus’s tongue explored the depths of her mouth with a tender passion, savoring the sweetness of her taste while ensuring his touch remained gentle.

Her moan mingled with his own as Magnus’s hand descended to caress her breast through the fabric of her gown, eliciting a deeper longing within her. Despite the urge to pull away, Alora found herself unable to resist his touch.

In the next instant, Magnus twirled her, positioning himself behind her with his hands firmly gripping her slender waist. His lips continued their journey, trailing kisses along her shoulder, igniting a fiery passion between them.

"Magnus, le-let’s stop," Alora urged, her voice tinged with a mix of desire and apprehension.

"I don’t wish to. Do you?" Magnus questioned, his lips lingering on the sensitive spot of her neck as he awaited her response, and then he nipped it, yearning a cry for his name.