The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 143

Natalia was making her way back to her room when she heard Magnus call out her name. Her heart clenched tightly, and she hurriedly made her way to his side. She bent down and asked, "Magnus, are you thirsty? I can get you some water."

Magnus, still in a drunken stupor, opened his eyes and saw himself lying in bed. He asked in a daze, "Babe, is that you? I remember you didn't come to the dinner. It was...Isabella who danced with me, right?" He paused, realizing something didn't sit right.

He remembered dismissing Isabella, but now, his wife was here. A wave of heat washed over him, drowning him in discomfort. "Babe, I don't feel good."

A chill ran through Natalia. As she'd suspected, he still carried a torch for Isabella. Even now, he remembered dancing with her. She stared blankly at the man lying in bed, a chill spreading through her limbs and heart.

She forcefully pulled her hand back from Magnus' grasp, saying calmly, "Chase brought you back. I didn't see Isabella."

Magnus didn't catch what Natalia said; his senses were clouded by the intoxicating haze of alcohol. He craved his wife like a man craving water in the middle of a desert. He was burning up, feeling like he was on the verge of combustion. Due to the excessive alcohol, he felt weak.

But the moment he grabbed Natalia's hand, everything changed. It was as if her hand was a refreshing spring, instantly soothing his raging inferno.

Magnus was in a drunken stupor, thinking his sudden lust was due to the alcohol, oblivious to the fact that Isabella had drugged him.

Through his blurred vision, he watched the alluring Natalia, more beautiful than an angel. He noticed her frowning. Was she still upset?

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her closer, "Babe, be good. I want you."

Magnus suddenly pulled her, causing Natalia to stumble and fall into his arms. She was stunned and forgot to get up.

His body was as hot as fire. Natalia stared at the man whose eyes were filled with desire, recalling the image of him dancing with Isabella. She struggled against his hold.

Now he wanted her, but did he cared about her when he was in the arms of another woman? Could he be so cruel as to mistake her for Isabella at this moment?

"Magnus, look at me. I'm not Isabella. Don't mistake me for someone else," Natalia said coldly, noticing his flushed face and realizing something was amiss.

Magnus wouldn't let her go. His kisses, wild and passionate, overpowered her senses. He kissed her fervently and desperately, as if he wanted to consume her in one gulp. Hearing Natalia's words, he furrowed his brows, "What are you talking about, darling? I only touch my wife, no one else. Be good."

His frenzied kisses were filled with longing, landing on Natalia's eyes, nose, ears, and finally, her lips, where they lingered. This was a familiar taste, etched in his bones. His wife. Only she could drive him wild.

Natalia struggled in vain, but it only served to further arouse Magnus. He patiently comforted the woman he loved the most, "Sweetheart, stop resisting. Be good. I need you."

Natalia tried her best to evade Magnus' kisses, but her body betrayed her. As much as she resented the man, her body craved his touch.

Despite her struggles, she was unable to break free from Magnus' hold, her clothes swiftly removed. His fiery cock penetrated her body. Natalia trembled as he claimed her, like a wolf starved for a thousand years.