Chapter 142: Your sweet cries
"No," Alora refused and walked past him. She held the cup filled with blood and handed it to Magnus. "It must be a tiring day for you," she said, watching him drinking the blood. His thirst quenched while recuperating his energy.
She took the cup from him and wiped his mouth using the napkin in her hand. Placing the cup on the table, Alora asked Magnus if he didn’t wish to have supper.
"I can ask Tobias to tell the chefs to cook the food of your choice," Alora opined.
"I’m not hungry. Blood was enough for me," Magnus replied, drawing nearer to her. "But my appetite lies elsewhere," he whispered against her lips, his touch tracing a sensual path from her waist down to her left thigh.
"Don’t deny that you wore this dress without reason," he continued, not intending to read her thoughts but rather wanting her to confess her intentions willingly. The tension between them simmered with it.
"Umm... I was curious to find out how I would look in this night dress. I never tried it before, so I thought to try it today," she responded, not gazing directly into his eyes.
Magnus amusedly smiled to hear her responses. He lifted her chin with the support of his index finger and peered into her eyes. "Did you forget I read minds? And you are such a terrible liar that I don’t even have to read yours. Your eyes betray your mouth and so does your body," he proclaimed.
He let go of her chin and asked her to wait for him for a minute. He needed to clean his mouth with his water after having the blood.
Finally, after one minute, Magnus was back in the room. As the doors thud closed, Alora pursed her lips together and her eyelids fluttered with nervousness. The next second, she found herself being pulled into his embrace, her small frame collided with his firm one.