The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 87: Darling, that’s quite slow

Chapter 87: Darling, that’s quite slow

Alora sat by the window of the room and sighed. Everything that happened in the morning revolved in her mind again and again. She picked up the hand mirror and looked at her reflection in it.

"If I knew how to use my eyes well, things would have been better," she murmured.

"Why are you here?" Magnus’s voice reached her ears and she tilted her head to spot him. "Weren’t you supposed to sleep? You have a headache." His concern grew as he walked to Alora, who was on the chaise.

He noticed the mirror in her hand. Before he could seek an explanation from her, Alora said, "I couldn’t sleep. So, I thought to come here." The moment she lowered her eyes, Magnus sat next to her.

"Why do you hold this mirror?" He asked despite he already had realized Alora must be checking her eyes.

Alora remained silent. Suddenly, the brightness of her face had lost. Magnus held her hands, asking her to look at him. "Tell me what bothers you," he said. "If it’s your father, then I will–"

Alora covered his mouth by bringing her hand to it. "You don’t need to malign your hands. I feel it was my destiny to be abandoned by my father," she muttered. "Every girl is connected to her father more. I could never do that. I tried to be a good daughter to him."

Even though Alora had told Magnus earlier that she was burden-free, she couldn’t deny the fact that she always wanted acknowledgment from her father.

Magnus hearing those thoughts of her wondered how he could make Alora feel better. He made promises to her, but he couldn’t fulfill them. There would be no meaning left for more promises.

"Did I make you upset? I no longer want his acknowledgment, Magnus. Those were a few thoughts of mine, which made me feel low," Alora stated.

"Whatever troubles you, troubles me as well. Not all families are nurturing, and not everyone receives fair treatment. Norman was never deserving of a daughter like you. There are no words left to comfort you," Magnus spoke with a heavy heart. He was accustomed to causing pain, but seeing Alora suffer stirred conflicting emotions within him.

Drawing closer, he gently traced his fingers along her face, offering a tender caress in an attempt to provide solace to her.

"I agree with His Highness’s words," Alora said. She brought her hands to the collar of his coat and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He, too, nibbled her lips, feeling their softness against his mouth.

His lips touched her teeth as she parted them slightly. Her heart filled with joy that Magnus kept his promise from the day he held her hand to never let it go.

She found his hand on the back of her head as he angled her face to find a perfect tilt to savor her mouth and deepen the kiss. Alora didn’t want this moment to end. Her left hand moved to the gap between his coat and now, her hand was on his chest.

Magnus gently laid her down on the chaise, his hands exploring every inch of her body. As his mouth left hers, eliciting gasps escaped from Alora’s mouth, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, his movements slowing down as he remained there.

"Why did you stop?" Alora asked between gasps, her voice filled with longing and desire.

"You want this to go until?" He asked a question as he finally lifted his face to peer into her eyes.

"Till I feel satisfied," Alora replied. Her palm rested on his cheek, her thumb stroked it with such a lightness that caused Magnus’s insides to shiver. "If you think I initiated this to forget the pain, then you are wrong. I initiated this because I love you and I want to feel that love more," she whispered, her eyes reflecting her deep affection for him.

As soon as her words ended, Magnus crashed his mouth onto hers, consuming her with an urgency that left no room for breath. His hands swiftly lifted her into his arms, carrying her with vampiric speed to the bedroom. Alora felt the softness of the mattress beneath her as they landed.

Alora’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her dress being torn off, her eyes widening in surprise as they shot open. Any moans that formed in her mouth were stifled as Magnus’s hands found her breasts, sending shivers throughout her body.

Magnus left her mouth just as she needed to draw in a breath, his lips latching onto her neck with a fervent hunger.

"Ahh... Mmm..." Alora cried and moaned at the same time when he nipped her sweet spot.

Magnus smirked, his pupils now a deep shade of wine red as his lips trailed downward. The dress had already been discarded from her body, leaving her exposed to his intense gaze and fervent touch.

Alora had forgotten all the pain in her heart as she surrendered to the ecstasy of Magnus’s touch. Each caress seemed to ignite a fire within her soul, leaving her yearning for more. He pulled her onto his lap, his fingers tracing down her spine as he whispered into her ear, "How does it feel? You’re completely ready for me."

"Incredible," Alora replied, her voice filled with longing. "You’re still fully clothed," she murmured, pressing her lips to his neck. With gentle determination, she pushed the fabric of his coat from his shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt slowly.

"Darling, that’s quite slow," Magnus muttered impatiently, his desire evident as he tore off his shirt, eager to join her in their passionate embrace.

"What’s with your obsession with tearing off clothes?" Alora questioned him, glancing at her torn dress with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"To expedite things," Magnus whispered huskily, his tongue tracing her lips teasingly, causing her to instinctively part them. Her hands found their way to the nape of his neck, holding him close as his hands moved to her thighs, covered in the garter, igniting further anticipation in her.