The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 300: Explored the lines of her...

Chapter 300: Explored the lines of her...

Alora woke up early in the morning, upon hearing the chirping of the birds in the balcony. She quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Magnus, who was still deep in slumber. After a refreshing bath, she went to the dressing chamber to get changed. Today, she wanted to surprise him with a special breakfast.

First, though, she needed to ensure the present for her parents was ready. She meticulously checked the gift, making sure everything was perfect. Satisfied, she prepared to head to the kitchen, her mind already buzzing with ideas for the breakfast she wanted to prepare.

"Your Highness, you can tell me what dessert you wish to make. I will ask the chef to prepare it," Selvina, her palace attendant, suggested. "If His Highness wakes up, he will ask for you first," she added with a knowing smile.

Alora appreciated Selvina’s offer but shook her head. "Thank you, Selvina, but I want to make this breakfast myself. It’s a special surprise."

Before Selvina could respond, a familiar voice echoed from the doorway. "Alora! When did you leave the bed?" Magnus’s voice reached their ears, filled with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

Alora promptly turned to look at him, while Selvina respectfully lowered her head and stepped aside. She then discreetly slipped away from the dressing chamber, not wanting to intrude on their intimate moment.

Magnus stood there, his robe loosely draped over his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen. The sight made Alora’s heart skip a beat.

"I woke up early," Alora said with a warm smile as they walked toward each other. "Good morning, Magnus."

"You already bathed!" She exclaimed in surprise, getting the fragrance from him. His damp hair had some water droplets in them, which fell on Alora’s hands.

"Yes. I sensed your absence in the bed. There was no fun in sleeping alone," Magnus said, his nose brushing with hers. He watched Alora’s hands reached to the knots of his robe.

"You forgot to tie the knots on your robe," she whispered, raising her hands to fix it.

Before she could, Magnus caught her hands and drew her close, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That’s to show you my body. Do you not like it?" he quipped playfully.

Alora blushed, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "Magnus," she murmured, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Don’t you have to get ready? We need to join everyone at the breakfast table," she asserted.

"So, why don’t you give my special meal first?" asked Magnus.

"What do you want to eat? I was only heading to the kitchen earlier," Alora said.

"I want you," Magnus whispered, causing her to blush hard. Her cheeks turned red like some ripened tomatoes, making her difficult to meet his gaze.

Magnus gently lifted her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. "I love your eyes. They heal me," he murmured, his voice rich with sincerity and affection.

Slowly, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, tender kiss. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Alora rose onto her toes to meet his height, her hands slowly moving up to his shoulders and then sliding behind his neck, where they locked together.

The kiss deepened and the intensity of it kept growing. She gasped softly as she felt herself being suddenly pinned against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of their embrace.

Their lips parted briefly, and Magnus trailed his mouth downwards, placing delicate kisses along her jawline and neck. He savored the feel of her smooth skin beneath his lips, his breath warm against her flesh.

Alora’s fingers tangled in his hair, her nails grazing his scalp as she played with his dark tresses. She let out a soft sigh, the peculiar sensation sending shivers down her spine.

Magnus’s hands roamed her body with a sense of reverence, tracing her coveted curves. He explored the line of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her back, his touch both gentle and possessive.

Alora’s breath hitched with each caress, her body responding to his every movement.

He pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, his kisses growing more insistent as he moved lower, savoring the way her pulse quickened under his touch.

The moment he nipped the skin on her throat, she yelped but the next second, he licked the spot, yearning a moan from her mouth.

"I wish I could take off this from you right now," Magnus murmured as he continued to torture her with the gentle kisses.

Alora’s hands clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, her body arching towards his in a silent plea for more.

Magnus paused, lifting his head to look at her. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness, locked onto hers.

"You are everything to me," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Alora’s heart swelled at his words, and she pulled him back towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

After some time, they stopped, their breaths coming in short, heated bursts. Magnus ran his thumb gently over her swollen lips, a tender look in his eyes. "Why are you so beautiful?" he asked softly, his voice a mix of wonder and admiration.

Alora blushed under his intense gaze, her heart fluttering. "What kind of question is that? How would I know?" she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She lowered her eyes, feeling self-conscious, and bit her bottom lip nervously.

Magnus’s expression changed, a hint of seriousness replacing his earlier amusement. "Don’t do that," he demanded gently, his thumb moving to free her lip from her teeth.

She let go of her lower lip, looking up at him with curiosity and uncertainty. "Why not?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Magnus’s eyes softened, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers. "Because it drives me crazy," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "Every time you do that, it makes me want to kiss you even more."

Alora gently placed her hands on Magnus’s shoulders, playfully nudging him backward with a teasing smile. "You really need to get ready now. We can’t be late for my parents’ gathering. Remember, Venus sent us the invitation," she reminded him, her voice laced with warmth and a touch of urgency.

Magnus nodded reluctantly, stepping back with a sigh. He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

"Alright," he conceded with a faint smile. "I may have messed up your makeup a bit. You should touch that up before we leave," he added, his tone apologetic as he gestured towards her face.

Alora chuckled softly, her affection for him evident in her eyes. "I will," she assured him, her fingers brushing lightly over her cheek where his touch had smudged her makeup. She glanced at Magnus, her gaze lingering on his tousled appearance and the way his eyes softened when he looked at her.

"Go on and get ready," Alora encouraged him gently, her voice filled with tenderness. "I’ll meet you outside in a bit."

Magnus nodded again, a fond smile playing on his lips as he turned to head toward the second dressing room.

Alora watched him go, her heart pounding with love for the man who had become her everything.