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.