Chapter 47: Is it a kind of eruption?
Alora felt her back against the cool surface of the bathtub wall as Magnus continued to engulf her mouth with his own.
Though she struggled to catch her breath, she hesitated to push him away, consumed by the intensity of the moment. With her entire body now drenched, except for her hair, she gasped for air as Magnus finally relented, withdrawing from their heated kiss.
His hands wasted no time in removing her nightdress, leaving her clad only in a thin chemise. His lips trailed a path along the delicate skin of her neck, eliciting a response that caused her fingers and toes to curl with pleasure.
Alora’s surprise surged as she realized she was clad only in the chemise, something she hadn’t foreseen so far. Her grip tightened on Magnus’s cold arms, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation coursing through her veins.
With gentle strength, Magnus lifted her and placed her on the platform above the bathtub, ensuring that her legs remained partially submerged in the water. Both of them were breathless, their chests rising and falling in unison as their eyes locked in an intense gaze, each silently communicating their desires hidden inside them.
Alora’s brow creased slightly as her hand reached up to touch Magnus’s cheek. "I feel... strange," she whispered softly.
Magnus leaned closer, their faces now mere inches apart, sharing the same breath. His touch sent a shiver through her as his hand brushed against her breast through the delicate fabric of her chemise. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes blinking rapidly as unfamiliar sensations stirred within her.
Alora nibbled on her bottom lip as she was still hesitant. "It’s... tough to explain."
Magnus’s touch on her cheek was gentle, his fingers trailing lightly, wiping away the water. "Is it a kind of eruption? An explosion? Is it a kind of storm inside you?" he inquired softly.