"Your Highness, how does this look?" Alora asked, twirling in her gown as she got ready for the evening ball in the vampire community. After such a long time, Magnus and Alora would attend such an event.
Magnus, who was reclined on the recliner straightened up to look at her. He was mesmerized to see her in the off-shoulder, short-sleeve gown of the golden color. Though the train of the gown was weighty, Alora liked it so much that she decided to wear this gown despite its heaviness.
Magnus approached her in the blink of an eye and lifted her chin. As he began kissing her, Alora gave him a gentle push. "We have to go," she reminded him.
"There's still time," Magnus replied and again captured her lips. His same hand cradled her neck, taking another step close to her. He nipped her bottom lip, yearning a low cry from her, making him smirk. Nibbling her same lip, he soothed the pain with a gentle lick before claiming her upper lip.
