The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 43

Clad in her flannel pajamas, Natalia was drying her hair.

"Come here, I'll do it," said Magnus, patting the empty space next to him.

"No, your arm is not healed yet," she declined, choosing to sit on the sofa and dry her hair herself.

Magnus frowned, slightly irritated by her refusal.

Natalia, oblivious to his annoyance, finished drying her hair and sat next to him, "I think I'll sleep in the next room. I wouldn't want to hurt your wound in the night."

He quickly grabbed her, as if scared she would run off, "Get in bed. Stop being stubborn, or I'll get annoyed."

She rolled her eyes at him, but he didn’t care. Pulling her close, he finally got to hold her. Breathing in the sweet scent of her skin and the aroma of her shower gel, a sense of sweetness started to spread in his heart.

Natalia stiffened in his arms, not daring to move.

Magnus, unable to resist, moved her shoulder a bit, and soon found her soft lips. He kissed her passionately, savoring her sweetness. His body felt like it was on fire. He wanted her.

"Magnus... no, your wound isn't healed," Natalia pushed him away.

He held onto her restless hand, "It's okay, darling. I want you." His voice was raspy and hoarse.

His hand had already slipped into her pajamas, running over her smooth back, his hurried breath hot on her face. The strong scent of his masculine pheromones overwhelmed her senses. She began to tremble; she knew this was what would happen.

Magnus, passionate in his advances, pressed her against him, his hand tearing open her pajama top. Suddenly, he hissed in pain as he touched his wounded shoulder.

Natalia was quickly brought back to reality, "Did you hurt your wound? I told you not to move." She saw his pale face and knew he had re-opened his wound. She sat up quickly, "I'll get Dr. Frankie."

Magnus pulled her back, "It's too late. Don't go. Darling. I'm fine." He held her small hand tightly against him, "Help me, it's unbearable."

Natalia's hand brushed against something burning hot, she quickly recoiled but he held her hand tightly in place. "Help me."

Her mind went blank, her face flushed like fire, "Magnus, even in your condition, you're not behaving. Wait until you're healed..."

"No, I can't wait. I need you, darling. Please." His face was a mix of red and pale. He suddenly remembered what James had said. "Why don't you climb on top."

Natalia's mind exploded again; she was too embarrassed to even look at him. She had never met a man as shameless as Magnus. He was like a little puppy, begging for its owner's affection.

Unable to look at him, she clenched her teeth and, with trembling hands, provided him with the relief he craved. The thing in her hand grew larger and larger until she could barely hold it.

Half an hour later, Magnus finally relaxed his grip on her. He kissed her flushed face, "Thank you, darling."

Natalia immediately ran to the bathroom to wash her hands. She wished she could kick this shameless man out of the bed. But remembering his promise to let her study, she swallowed her anger.