The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 414

Callum was a man in the prime of his life, robust and full of vigor, and he couldn’t just lie awake in bed while his darling wife, Lexi, slept like an angel beside him. No, he wouldn’t stand for another night of frustration—not when his happiness was at stake.

That evening, after a hearty dinner of roast chicken and mashed potatoes, Callum hurried out the door without so much as telling Lexi where he was off to in such a rush.

Lexi, puzzled by his sudden departure, assumed he must have had some urgent business to attend to and didn’t pry further.

After their meal, Lexi bathed little Mason in a bubbly bath, quickly freshened herself up, and cuddled up with Mason to drift off to sleep. To guard against Callum’s inevitable nightly advances, Lexi even went to the trouble of locking the bedroom door before she settled down and let slumber take her.

Perhaps she had worn herself out playing with Mason during the day, for it wasn’t long before Lexi was swept away into a dream.

She found herself by a riverbank, the water crystal clear. Compelled by its purity, she slipped off her shoes and dipped her feet in. The water was strangely warm as she relished the comfort. She felt something large and fishlike nibble at her ankles, pulling her steadily into the depths.

Terrified, Lexi thrashed about in her dream, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to escape the creature's grasp. However, as she plunged into the water, she found herself powerless against the fish, which was slowly dragging her under.

The warm water crept up her body, from her feet to her knees, her thighs, over her belly, up to her chest, and finally to her lips...

And then, she felt a bite.

That bite, neither gentle nor harsh, jolted her thoughts to Callum. The monstrous fish morphed into Callum, shamelessly pressing down upon her, stripping away her clothes, ravishing her without restraint.

A chill crept across Lexi’s skin, and with a gasp, she awoke from the dream to find it had become a reality. Callum had somehow emerged from who knows where and was lying beside her in bed. And true to her dream, he was shamelessly peeling off her clothes!

“Callum, what on earth are you doing?!” Lexi, pinned down and powerless, reached out to shove him away.

But Callum was determined. Burying his head in the nook of her neck, he pleaded, “Lexi, I’ve been missing you so much I’m about to burst. Can you really bear to push me away?”

Worried about disturbing Mason’s peaceful sleep, Lexi whispered, “I had locked the door. How did you get in?”

Callum only smiled, keeping his sneaky entrance into her bedroom a secret. “Please don’t be mad, Lexi. Look at me, I’m desperate here,” Callum said, quickly shedding his clothes to bare himself to her.

Lexi, blushing, tried to push him away again. “Get off! I want to sleep.” Her cheeks were hot—her body acutely aware of Callum's arousal. The man was shameless!

But little did Lexi know, this was just the beginning of his shamelessness. Callum buried his head in her chest, his hands roving greedily. “Lexi, come on. I need you—I can’t hold on any longer.”

“Pervert!”

Lexi’s soft reprimand was music to Callum’s ears—it reminded him of the countless sweet nights when he had carried her off to orgasm with those very words.

“My sweet Lexi, here I come,” Callum murmured, deciding there was no time to waste. He initiated his zealous campaign of love.

Moonlight, bashful and coy, filtered through the window, casting a glow on the passionate couple. As the night wore on, the moon, weary from its voyeuristic endeavors, yawned and dipped behind the hills.