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.
