The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 379: Another passionate kiss

Chapter 379: Another passionate kiss

Magnus bit down hard on his bottom lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as Alora’s mouth latched onto his neck. As she began to draw his blood, a deep growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her.

His hand on her back pressed her closer, encouraging her to savor the taste. Though his blood wasn’t human, it was richer, more potent, and undeniably intoxicating.

His hand moved to the back of her head as his fingers entangled in her soft tresses, caressing and pulling on them. He didn’t stop her since this moment was special for him, for them.

After a while, Alora slowly pulled back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes met his, noticing the intensity in his red orbs, and then her gaze dropped to his lips.

He had just released his bottom lip from his teeth, and the sight made her heart race with an unfamiliar sensation. She licked her lips, trying to steady her breathing, but the heat of his gaze made it nearly impossible.

"Magnus," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her fangs had retracted, but the spark between them had grown further added with something primal and electric.

Without warning, Magnus captured her lips in a fierce kiss, tasting his own blood mingled with hers. The sweetness only heightened the connection between them.

His hand, which had been resting on her thigh, began to slide upward, his touch slow yet deliberate, igniting a trail of heat along her skin.

Alora broke the kiss just enough to ask, "Do you feel strange?"

"Around you? All the time," Magnus replied, his voice thick with desire. He silenced her again with another passionate kiss, his hand cradling the back of her neck, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go.

His other hand inched higher, moving closer to her most intimate place. He was ready to explore how her body responded to him, how prepared she was for him.

Alora’s breath hitched, her body instinctively reacting to his touch. Her head fell back in pleasure, her lips parting from Magnus’s as he began to press hot, urgent kisses along her throat.

Each kiss sent a shiver through her body, making her mind spin. Her fingers tightened their grip on his shirt, clutching at his shoulders as she began to moan his name, each sound filled with a mix of need and delight.

"Your body responds so well," Magnus murmured against her skin with satisfaction. He opened his eyes briefly to drink in her expression, her face flushed and eyes half-lidded with desire, before closing them again and continuing his trail of kisses downward. His hand, which had been cradling the back of her head, moved to her dress, fingers deftly working to free her from its confines.

Alora’s breath quickened as she felt his hands on her dress. She mirrored his actions, her hands moving to the knots on his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness to feel his skin against hers.

Once she had undone the knots, she pulled his shirt off, exposing his well-defined chest. The sight of him, bare and vulnerable before her, only heightened the tension between them.

Magnus paused his kisses for a moment, his gaze locking onto Alora with an intensity that made her heart pound in her chest. His eyes, dark with desire, roamed over her, taking in every detail of her flushed face, the way her breath came in shallow gasps, and the tantalizing way her body responded to his touch.

"You won’t mind if I tore this dress off," he murmured, his voice deep and rough with barely restrained passion.

But he didn’t wait for her response. With a swift, effortless motion, Magnus tore the delicate fabric from her body. Before she could fully process what had happened, he had flipped her onto the bed, her body landing softly on the cool sheets.

"Alora," Magnus whispered, his voice now a tender caress. His eyes raked over her exposed form, his breath hitching slightly at the sight of her lying beneath him, vulnerable yet radiating a beauty that took his breath away. "You look beautiful. You have a beautiful body."

His words were laced with reverence, as though he were speaking to a goddess rather than the woman he loved. Magnus’s fingers began to trace her curves, his touch light yet electric, sending shivers through her as his hands explored every inch of her.

The pads of his fingers brushed over the smooth skin of her waist, gliding up the gentle slope of her hips and along the line of her ribs, lingering just below her breasts.

Alora’s body tensed under his touch, her senses heightened to a degree she had never known before. The heat of his gaze, the soft pressure of his hands, and the way his breath fanned across her skin—all of it combined to create a heady mix of anticipation and arousal that made her feel like she was on the edge of something profound.

The taint of red had spread throughout her cheeks, her blush deepening as his eyes devoured her. Her swollen lips parted slightly, her breath coming in soft, needy gasps.

Magnus’s hands slid higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above her breasts, before he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against the hollow of her throat. His lips moved slowly, deliberately, trailing a path from her throat down to her collarbone, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

Alora’s hands, which had been gripping the sheets beneath her, moved to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she fought to hold on to some semblance of control.

But it was a losing battle.

Magnus’s touch, his words, the way he looked at her—all of it was too much, too intense. She felt herself slipping into the storm pleasure he was creating, and she didn’t want to hold back any longer.

Magnus’s lips continued their descent, his mouth worshipping her body with a reverence that made her heart swell. When he finally reached the swell of her breasts, his tongue flicked out to taste her skin, his breath hot against her as he claimed her with slow, deliberate movements.

Alora’s back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. Magnus’s hands, which had been resting on her hips, moved upward to cradle her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, drawing another gasp from her.

"Magnus..." she breathed, her voice quivering with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes blazing with love and desire. "I love you, Alora," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I want you to feel how much I love you."

And with that, he lowered his mouth to her breast, capturing her in a kiss that sent a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Alora’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she gave in to the sensations, her body trembling with the force of her desire.

Magnus continued his worship, his lips and hands moving in perfect harmony as he brought her to the peak of pleasure, her body responding to him in ways she had never imagined.

Magnus kissed his way back up to her lips, his touch tender yet electrifying, as if he was memorizing every inch of her skin. Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense and their bodies pressed closer.

Without breaking their kiss, Magnus positioned himself, his body perfectly aligned with hers. Slowly, Magnus began to enter her.

Alora’s fingers dug into his shoulders, "Ahh...," her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she gasped at the sensation of him filling her.

As the rhythm between them began to build, Magnus’s movements became more urgent, driven by the growing need to reach the peak of their shared pleasure. Alora’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she clung to him, her body trembling beneath his.

"Magnus..." she breathed out his name, "I love you."

"I love you too, Alora," Magnus while burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he thrust into her with a newfound fervor. Alora’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer as their movements became more frantic, more desperate.

Alora’s back arched off the bed as the first waves of her climax began to crash over her, her body shuddering with the force of it. She cried out Magnus’s name, her nails raking down his back as she was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Magnus followed moments later, his own release hitting him like a tidal wave, his body tensing as he groaned her name, the sound muffled against her neck.

"That was intense," Magnus mumbled, his voice laced with exhaustion and contentment as he finally let his head rest above Alora’s chest. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath his ear, a comforting rhythm that matched his own.