Chapter 67: The night of their union
Taking Alora’s hand in his, Magnus let her explore his body. "You don’t need to hesitate while touching me. After all, I’m yours," he said. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Bringing it again to his chest, he let her roam on it.
She admired his body by letting her hand freely explore his chest, his shoulders, and then his arms. The way her big eyelashes would flutter made his insides flutter.
Lowering himself further, Magnus planted a tender kiss on Alora’s forehead before pressing his lips to hers. Their kiss was brief but filled with longing, and then he trailed his lips down to her chin, then to her throat and neck. With deft hands, he swiftly untied the knots of her nightdress.
Alora’s breath hitched as her hand moved to Magnus’s smooth tresses, her fingers entwining with them in silent approval of his advances.
"Ahhh." She let out a cry when he nipped the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. However, the short pain soothed as soon as he licked the spot, causing her to moan.
The strange feeling formed under the pit of her stomach kept growing. He slowly pulled down the fabric of her dress, thus revealing her curves to his hungry eyes.
Alora instinctively brought her arms to hide herself, her cheeks flushed beetroot red. Her lips quivered unable to speak up because of her shyness.
He was tender in approach as he grasped her both hands and asked her to look at him. When she did, she was mesmerized to see his gleaming red eyes.
Because the blood moon was at its peak hour, it caused Magnus to suddenly feel thirsty for the blood.