The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 27: I claim your body as mine

Chapter 27: I claim your body as mine

Alora slowly brought her hands to his shoulders and pressed her lips against his in the most tender way she could. She vividly remembered how Magnus kissed her and she imitated what he previously did. The gentle nibbles made Magnus’s entire body a bit tense and the control he had over him was lost.

Magnus cradled her neck and parted his lips to move them against hers. The movements of her lips were filled with hesitation; an apprehension which made her wonder if she did good. However, the moment Magnus reciprocated, her doubts disappeared.

She felt her feet moving backward until they touched the bed. Her mind once again stopped working and her entire focus shifted to that kiss.

Magnus decided to keep their kiss chaste. Despite his will was against pull away from the kiss, he withdrew and breathed along with her. Alora’s eyes glued to him, gasping for air. She would bite her bottom lip in between as silence coveted the chamber for a minute.

"Your Highness, did I do right this time?" Alora queried while again biting her lip.

"Yes. But it can be improved," Magnus said and he lifted her in his arms. Her hands instinctively locked behind his nape. Her heart wildly raced, thinking if there lay something more of which she was unaware of.

As she reclined on the soft mattress, Alora discovered Magnus hovering above her. She curled her toes, fingers tightly clutching her dress. "Your Highness, I-I thought w-we are supposed to sleep," she stammered, swallowing nervously.

"We will, after I claim your body as mine," Magnus remarked. He captured her lips, tenderly nibbling them once again. Soon, his lips embarked on a southward journey, leaving a trail of kisses from her cheek to her jawline and down to her neck.

She shuddered with the touch of his cold lips on the part of the bodies, where Alora had not even imagined, nor did she know all this. An eliciting cry slipped past her lips the moment his teeth found the sweet spot below her ear and nipped it. His tongue made contact with her skin. Unbeknownst to her, she moaned to it.

Magnus smirked, and Alora instinctively covered her mouth in astonishment. She couldn’t believe she had just done that, unsure of what had come over her. In embarrassment, Alora closed her eyes, attempting to shield herself from the awkwardness.

When she sensed Magnus gently pulling away her hand and pinning it to the mattress, she hesitantly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

"Do you want more?" Magnus asked.

"There’s more?" Alora blinked her eyes rapidly.

Magnus nodded at her. He rested his head on his right hand as his elbow was now on the mattress. He reached for the knot on her silk nightgown while she widened her eyes.

"Your heart is thundering. I can hear its every beat," Magnus whispered in her ear and he bit her earlobe.

"Ahh!" She cried in a low voice.

His fingers deftly played with the knot of her dress, eventually unfastening it. Alora, feeling a sudden surge of concern, held his hand, putting a halt to any further actions. With a swift movement, she sat up, deep frowns etched on her forehead.

Magnus, perceptive to her emotions, understood the mix of confusion, worries, and nervousness in her demeanor.

He also sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist to rest them on her belly. His chin found a place on her shoulder and he nuzzled her neck. "When you become husband and wife, you do sleep together, hug each other, and share thoughts with each other. But most importantly, you get physically connected with your other half," he told her.

Alora tilted her head to cast a glance at him. "You never had plans to marry, nor did anyone thought you would marry one day. I believe that’s why you are unaware of all this," Magnus stated the reason behind her innocence.

"Mother said my chief duty is to keep my husband happy," Alora said.

"I am happy with your presence in my life," Magnus replied. "Shall we sleep then? You must be tired," he opined.

Alora remained silent for a moment before finally saying, "Yes, we should sleep, Your Highness," in agreement.

"Alright," Magnus responded. He straightened himself, removing the silk robe from his upper body. Gently pulling Alora behind him, he made her look at his half-naked form.

She gulped, her eyes tracing the lines of his broad chest and shoulders. Alora’s gaze lingered on his well-toned abdominal muscles before meeting his eyes, which held an emotion she couldn’t quite fathom.

Magnus gently guided her to lie on the bed, covering them both with the sheets. Alora turned her back toward him, her thoughts racing. She needed a moment before fully surrendering to the situation.

As his cold hand made contact with her arm, she involuntarily convulsed, the unexpected touch stirring a cascade of emotions within her. Alora couldn’t hold herself from facing him and now, they both were face-to-face.

"Can I rest my hand on His Highness’s body?" Alora asked.

"You don’t need to ask this. Just do whatever you wish to," Magnus whispered.

Alora lifted her hand and slowly rested it on the left of his chest. She noticed the deep breath he took as if he was uncomfortable.

"Your touch is burning," Magnus quickly responded after reading her thoughts. "It’s not the discomfort," he clarified to her.

"My hand is warm while His Highness’s body is cold. I can feel the slow heartbeats of the prince. I heard it’s not easy for a vampire to resist a human’s blood. I’m lying so close to you, yet you are not tense at all. How?" Alora was curious to know.

"I’ve lived a long life, so I am good at controlling my thirst for blood. A newly turned vampire cannot do that," Magnus replied.

"That means when I turn–" she was interrupted as Magnus placed his finger above her lips.

"You won’t turn. I won’t do it," Magnus pronounced, thus ending further room of conversation on it. He couldn’t bear to see Alora undergoing the pain of getting turned into a vampire. In his eyes, she should live a human life.

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