Alora slowly brought her hands to his shoulders and pressed her lips against his in the most tender way she could. She vividly remembered how Magnus kissed her and she imitated what he previously did. The gentle nibbles made Magnus's entire body a bit tense and the control he had over him was lost.
Magnus cradled her neck and parted his lips to move them against hers. The movements of her lips were filled with hesitation; an apprehension which made her wonder if she did good. However, the moment Magnus reciprocated, her doubts disappeared.
She felt her feet moving backward until they touched the bed. Her mind once again stopped working and her entire focus shifted to that kiss.
Magnus decided to keep their kiss chaste. Despite his will was against pull away from the kiss, he withdrew and breathed along with her. Alora's eyes glued to him, gasping for air. She would bite her bottom lip in between as silence coveted the chamber for a minute.
