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.
