The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 39: Do you want me to stop?

Chapter 39: Do you want me to stop?

Alora dressed in a maroon off-shoulder gown that accentuated her figure. As she adorned herself with earrings and a delicate gold chain featuring a small pendant, her eyes met Magnus’s reflection in the mirror.

"Stay seated," Magnus instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, as he approached her with purposeful strides.

His hand came to rest on her shoulders, and a warm smile graced his lips. "You look stunning," Magnus complimented her sincerely, his gaze filled with admiration.

"Thank you," Alora replied with a smile, though her heart fluttered nervously as Magnus’s fingers gently caressed her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She fidgeted with her fingers, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension about Magnus’s intentions.

"To worship you and make love to you," Magnus answered as he read her thoughts, his voice soft yet filled with a deep intensity.

"What?" Alora’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, feeling a rush of emotions coursing through her. Finally, her eyes lowered, overwhelmed by his unexpected declaration.

"How will His Highness do that?" Alora inquired, her curiosity piqued as she rose to her feet. She felt Magnus’s hands on her arms now, and he planted a tender kiss on her shoulder.

"Do you wish to know now?" Magnus asked, his voice laced with a hint of anticipation.

"Yes," Alora responded, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart still racing with nervousness.

As Magnus’s lips trailed kisses along her neck, Alora tightly clutched her gown, feeling a wave of pleasure coursing through her. The kisses grew more fervent, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.

His hand sensually traced the curve of her body, causing Alora’s breath to hitch in her throat. "Your Highness, wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation and apprehension, feeling his fingers delicately caressing her breast over the fabric of her dress.

"Do you want me to stop?" He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Alora bit her lip hard, a sharp intake of breath escaping her mouth as her chest rose and fell with each electrifying touch. Her thoughts ceased to exist as her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations caused by Magnus’s gentle ministrations on her body.

And finally, that sweet torture stopped as his hand was now on her belly. His lips no longer kissed her neck, but his nose nuzzled it. "Alora, did you like it?" His eyes met hers through the mirror as his chin rested on her bare shoulder while anticipating the response.

"It was different from what I’ve usually experienced so far," Alora truthfully answered. "I like it," she said, keeping her gaze fixed on him.

Magnus smiled and he picked up the brush to comb her hair.

"I can do it myself, Your Highness," Alora said.

"Magnus. Call me Magnus," he pronounced, interlocking his gaze with her once again. "I’ve heard my name from your mouth only once: when I drank for the first time from you," he stated.

"Magnus," Alora whispered, making him smile.

"You have such beautiful hair, so smooth and silky," he asserted, placing the brush on the table. With gentle hands, he guided her to face him, cradling her neck tenderly. "Alora, there’s so much more I want to do with you. But I’m proceeding slowly because of your innocence," he whispered against her lips.

"You can do whatever you wish," Alora said.

Leaning in closer, he claimed her lips, and she responded eagerly until they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Someone’s at the door," she said, pulling away abruptly from the kiss.

"Let Tobias wait. He troubles us at the wrong time." Magnus continued the kiss, his arm securely wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close. She reciprocated with equal fervor, matching his pace. Her hand rested on the side of his neck, and she tilted her head this time to give him the perfect angle to kiss her.

They finally withdrew slowly, peering at each other. His thumb ran over her lips. "It is the time we shall leave," he took a step away while holding her hand firmly.

"My blindfold. I need to wear it," Alora said.

"I don’t wish to see you in the blindfold," Magnus asserted.

"It’s my sister’s marriage. I cannot attend it without the blindfold," Alora answered.

Magnus was upset to see her in a blindfold. Even in their marriage, he had to see her in the blindfold. He held her hand and then took her outside.

Izaak quickly left his seat from the living room’s sofa, as he saw his brother and sister-in-law descending the stairs. "I will also attend the marriage with you," he pronounced with enthusiasm.

"No, Brother Izaak," Magnus said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "You won’t accompany us," he clarified to him.

"Alora, can I not really come to your sister’s marriage?" Izaak queried. "Don’t do this to me. I’ll get bored the entire day here," he added.

"Ignore him. Also, if you are bored then you should clear your pending work," Magnus told her and was ready to take her ahead when she stopped him.

"I think we should not stop Prince Izaak from accompanying us," Alora opined.

He surrendered in front of her decision while Izaak happily walked toward them. "Alora, thank you for letting me come with you two."

They headed to the carriage, where Alora settled inside first and Magnus closed its door from outside.

"Izaak, there will be humans. So, keep your thirst in control and keep your eyes away from the women there," Magnus warned him.

"I understand," Izaak stated. "I’m not going to create any havoc there," he assured. Magnus hummed and got into the same carriage as Alora.

Tobias asked Izaak to get into the second carriage. After they were all seated, they headed to the Wilson Family home, ready to witness Venus’s marriage.

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