The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 359: I want you

Chapter 359: I want you

Magnus had been searching for Alora with a mix of impatience and concern, his steps quickening as he finally spotted her in the garden. She was standing still, her gaze fixed on something distant, lost in thought. The sun cast a warm glow over the flowers surrounding her, but she seemed unaware of the beauty around her.

"There you are," Magnus called out, his voice carrying a hint of relief mingled with his complaint. Alora slowly turned to face him, her eyes softening as she recognized him.

"I figured you’d be at the execution," she said, her voice quiet but steady. "So, I came here to have some time to myself, to clear my mind," she added, her gaze searching his face. "Did everything go as planned?"

Magnus hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "Yes, it’s over," he replied simply, choosing not to burden her with the grisly details of Damien’s demise. He knew how gentle Alora’s heart was, and he had no desire to darken her day with the details of the execution.

Alora, sensing his reluctance, didn’t press for more. Instead, she turned back to the swing, the wooden seat creaking softly as she sat down. The quiet rustling of leaves filled the air as a gentle breeze swept through the garden.

"Push me?" she urged with a small smile.

Magnus smiled back, his tension easing as he stepped behind her. With a gentle touch, he began to push the swing. Alora enjoyed the swing ride as Magnus kept pushing her lightly from behind.

Alora’s sweet laughter rang out like a melody, filling the garden with warmth as her feet finally touched the ground, halting the swing’s gentle motion. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with a playful glimmer as she looked up at Magnus.

"Come, sit with me," she invited, patting the space beside her on the swing.

Magnus didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was at her side, his presence a comforting weight next to her. His gaze locked onto hers, searching for any signs of worry or distress.

"Did Rienna respond yet?" Alora asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Magnus shook his head, a faint sigh escaping his lips. "No reply has come yet," he admitted, his tone serious.

Alora frowned slightly, her mind turning over the implications. "Shall we visit her place then?" she suggested, her voice tinged with a determination to take action.

Magnus’s expression tightened as he considered her words. "That wouldn’t be wise," he cautioned, his voice gentle but firm.

"Why not?" Alora asked, a trace of confusion creasing her brow.

"The witches are upset with the vampires," Magnus explained patiently. "Father and the elders have been meeting with Rienna and the other witches regularly, but so far, no resolution has been reached. Tensions are high."

Alora’s lips pressed into a thin line as she absorbed his words. "So, because one vampire made a mistake, everyone has to suffer for it," she remarked.

Magnus nodded slowly, acknowledging the unfairness of the situation. "Unfortunately, that’s how it often goes," he murmured. "Rienna’s a fair leader, but even she can’t ignore the anger of her people. Moreover, Gloria was like her mother. Her frustration is clear. I only want one chance to clear up everything with her."

Alora sighed softly, leaning back against the swing as she gazed out at the garden. "Hmm. If Rienna is a fair leader then she may respond to your message soon."

"I hope so," Magnus replied, his expressions turning a bit serious.

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Melody carefully placed the book down on the table, her fingers lingering on the worn edges of the pages. She had been engrossed in her studies, her mind absorbing every detail as she silently recited the text to herself, ensuring the words would stay with her.

Lost in her thoughts, Melody didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching from behind until it was too late. She gasped in surprise as strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into a firm yet gentle embrace. Her heart raced as she recognized the familiar touch, warmth spreading through her as Izaak’s presence enveloped her.

"Your Highness!" she exclaimed in surprise. She tilted her head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but he held her close, his chest pressed against her back.

Izaak’s response was a low, satisfied hum as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as his nose nuzzled into the soft spot just beneath her ear. He inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her blood, which seemed to weave a spell over him.

In one fluid motion, Izaak spun Melody around, his eyes dark with intensity as he swiftly plucked the book from her hands and set it aside on the table behind her. The room seemed to pulse with a new, electric energy, the air thick with anticipation. Melody barely had a moment to react before Izaak closed the distance between them, his presence overwhelming in its urgency.

"Do you want—" Melody began, her voice soft and uncertain, but her words were abruptly cut off as Izaak captured her lips in a fervent kiss.

"I want you," he murmured against her mouth, his voice husky with desire. The raw need in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, and before she could respond, his lips claimed hers again, more insistent this time.

His hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, his touch both tender and commanding. Melody’s thoughts scattered, lost in the heat of the moment as Izaak’s kiss grew more passionate, more demanding. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync.

With a smooth motion, Izaak’s free hand trailed down her side, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of her dress before moving to her thigh. Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifted her onto the table, the wooden surface cool against her skin in contrast to the fiery heat between them.

Melody’s hands instinctively reached out, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she steadied herself, but the intensity of Izaak’s kiss left her breathless, powerless to resist the pull of his desire. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that sent waves of warmth coursing through her, each nibble, each gentle bite, igniting a deeper need within her.

Izaak’s hold on her tightened, his body pressing against hers, his hand on her thigh slowly inching higher. Melody found herself melting into him, her resistance fading as she surrendered to the intoxicating passion that consumed them both.

The hand on his neck, moved to the back where Izaak played with the knots of Melody’s dress. He was swift in untying them, thus loosening her dress from the top.

When Izaak finally let go of her mouth, she finally got to breathe. A low cry escaped her mouth when Izaak nipped her a sensitive spot on her smooth skin.

"Your High–" she was stopped as Izaak placed his finger on her lips. His eyes soon met hers.

"I really want you," Izaak said with a serious tone.