The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 428

He took one last lingering look at the peacefully slumbering Bianca before bending down to scoop her up in his arms. It was deep into the night, and snoozing on the couch would surely leave her with a cold come morning.

As Hector lifted Bianca, one word slid through his mind – featherlight. Indeed, Bianca was all skin and bones, so slight it seemed a strong gust might carry her away. He made a mental note to fatten her up a bit in the future; she was far too thin. A tornado could whisk her off without a trace.

With careful steps, Hector ascended the staircase, cradling the delicate Bianca, and tucked her into her bed. He gently pulled the covers over her, ready to leave her to her dreams, but as he took a couple of steps towards the door, Bianca’s murmurs filled the still room.

"No, please! Don't cast me out!

"Sorry... I didn't mean to fall in the pool. It won't happen again, I swear. Please don't send me away.

"I've got nowhere else to go, please. Don't be mad at me... I'll change..."

Hector paused, realizing the day’s events had deeply troubled Bianca, probably giving her nightmares where he played the villain.

With a hint of amusement, he approached the restless Bianca, intending to calm her flailing arms. "Don't worry, I'm not kicking you out. The pool is yours to enjoy; just try not to sink next time, okay?" Hector whispered, taking her hand in a gentle grasp. He didn't notice the softness in his own voice.

Perhaps it was his words, or the touch, but Bianca suddenly awoke. She clutched Hector’s hand, pleading, "Punish me, scold me, but please, don’t send me away! I have nowhere else to go."

Hearing her plea, a twinge of sympathy crossed Hector’s heart. This fragile girl lived in constant fear, so cautious and timid. As he looked into her clear eyes, the suppressed heat within him stirred once more.

"It's okay, you're not going anywhere. This will always be your home," he assured her softly, before attempting to leave.

But before he could step away, a jubilant Bianca hugged him tightly, showering him with thanks. "Thank you! You're the kindest soul in the world!"

Her voice was sweet, but the frailty of her body and the unique scent of a young girl quickly invaded Hector’s senses, eliciting a strong reaction as his trousers tented conspicuously.

Struggling to contain his desire, he tried to push her away. Bianca was innocent, and her embrace was born of gratitude. She was not aware of the turmoil she sparked in him.

The heat coursed through him, and Hector found himself unable to push her away. His need for a woman's touch was overwhelming.