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.
