The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 38: Your imagination is wild

Chapter 38: Your imagination is wild

Alora’s eyes welled up in tears to hear what Magnus said to her. She hugged him tightly while shutting her eyes close.

"Are you crying?" Magnus asked, his hand moved to her back, caressing it. However, she shook her head. Her warm tears trailed off her cheeks and the teardrops touched his cold skin. He gently pushed her away.

"I didn’t scold you, then why do you cry?" His thumbs moved to her cheeks as he wiped those tears.

"Only Prince Magnus depicts the different meaning of my eyes." From the back of her palm, she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I thought vampires were emotionless. They don’t understand humans. But I was so wrong. Even the humans couldn’t understand me. However, His Highness does. I’m grateful to have him as my husband." Her eyes were still misty, and her nose turned red.

"I told you not to cry in front of me. It annoys me," Magnus murmured, brushing his thumbs gently across her cheeks. With a deft movement, he flipped her onto the soft mattress, hovering over her.

Alora’s racing heart drowned out any thoughts of tears as Magnus took her hand in his, guiding it to his cheek. As she tenderly caressed his skin, he spoke softly, "I want you to be strong. You’re too soft, Alora. I hope you can cultivate your inner strength over time."

"I understand," Alora replied, lifting her head to kiss him, unaware of the desire her touch stirred within Magnus. Their lips met in a tender exchange, her feather-soft kisses eliciting a smile from him. He parted his lips, inviting her deeper into the embrace.

As their kiss deepened, Alora’s hand moved instinctively from Magnus’s bare shoulder to the nape of his neck. In the heat of the moment, her left knee lifted in the air, causing her nightdress to slip up her leg.

Feeling her skin against his cold touch, Magnus placed his hand on her leg, sending a shiver down her spine as she instinctively pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise as she witnessed the sudden change in his eye color, blinking rapidly in astonishment.

"What? Do you wish me to stop?" Magnus asked, the fingers of his left hand gently toying with strands of her hair as his right hand remained on her leg.

Alora hesitated for a moment before responding, "Your hand is on my leg."

"Yes, it is. Would you like me to move it higher?" Magnus inquired, his tone suggestive.

"W-where?" Alora stammered, feeling a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.

"To your thigh," Magnus answered, his voice low and husky, "and then..." He paused, observing her reaction carefully.

"And then?" Alora’s voice trembled with anticipation.

"Think," Magnus urged softly, his gaze intense.

Alora’s throat felt dry as she gulped nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the strands of his hair as they rested on his nape.

"I don’t know... Perhaps to my arm," Alora responded in a soft voice, her brows knit together in uncertainty.

Magnus smiled at her response, a glint of amusement in his eyes was evident. He leaned in to kiss the top of her forehead before slowly moving away from her. With a gentle sigh, he settled beside her, leaving Alora to ponder her feelings and thoughts in the wake of their intimate moment.

"You are sweet," Magnus remarked, gently pinching her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder, his arm still wrapped around her.

Alora turned her head to meet his gaze. "His Highness is also sweet," she replied with a smile, feeling a warmth spread through her despite her drowsiness. A yawn escaped her lips as she settled against him, feeling content and safe in his embrace.

As her breathing grew steady and her body relaxed, Alora’s eyes slowly closed, and she drifted into a deep slumber.

"Such a mesmerizing woman you are," Magnus whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. "I’ll make sure to provide you with everything you’ve always yearned for," he vowed softly, his words filled with determination and affection as he watched over her sleeping form.

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The next morning, Alora woke up feeling a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Today was her sister’s wedding day, and she couldn’t help but feel delighted at the prospect of celebrating such a joyous occasion.

As she turned around, Alora’s gaze fell upon Magnus, who was seated with his head resting against the headboard.

"When did His Highness wake up?" Alora inquired, sitting up and her hand resting on the mattress.

"About an hour ago," Magnus replied, meeting her gaze. "Come and bathe with me," he suggested, his tone inviting. "I’ve been waiting for you to wake up."

"What?" Alora thought she heard something wrong.

"I already said," Magnus put his feet on the floor.

"Why not? Is there a problem in that?" Magnus teased, his tone playful as he looked down at Alora.

"I just want to sleep for another hour," Alora replied quickly, lying down and pulling the blanket tightly around herself. She placed a hand over her chest, feeling her heart racing in her chest like it was running a marathon.

"What were you imagining, Alora? I could practically read your thoughts. You’re quite the naughty woman," Magnus continued to tease, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he swiftly reached her.

"I didn’t think anything, Your Highness," Alora insisted, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Oh, but you did. You were imagining tracing your fingers over my chest, exploring my body, and wanting me to do the same to you," Magnus affirmed, a playful grin spreading across his lips.

"What? No! Why would I think that?" Alora protested, her voice filled with disbelief as she tried to deny the suggestive thoughts Magnus had picked up on.

"Then, why are you hiding inside the blanket? Face me," Magnus stated.

Alora pulled down the blanket slowly and met his gaze.

"Your cheeks have turned red. Your imagination is wild, Wife," Magnus pronounced, his teasing didn’t stop there.