Her hands moved to the locks of his hair, stroking them gently while pressing her lips together. She couldn't hold back her moans for a long run. Her gown was loosened, and her sleeves fell off her shoulders, even exposing her curves.
Being a vampire, Magnus's desires were always heightened around Alora. Only he knew how he had to control his urges.
At the moment, he even wished to taste her blood, his eyes turning a deep shade of red and his fangs grew. The scent of her blood once again stirred something in his mind and body.
However, Magnus managed to regain control, tearing himself away from her skin. As Alora opened her eyes, she caught sight of his face, his gleaming canines poised to pierce her skin, instilling a mix of fear and fascination within her.
Magnus hesitated, torn between his instincts and his love for Alora. "Forgive me, but I need to go," he murmured, attempting to distance himself.
