The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 479

The blood in Magnus' veins surged to a fever pitch at Natalia's cute gesture. He tenderly lifted her chin and lowered his head, sealing the most tempting sweetness with a kiss.

The soft evening light poured in through the window, casting long shadows that intertwined and stretched across the room.

Time had marched on, but Magnus' infatuation with his lady was as fervent as ever. Every gesture and expression of hers sent his blood boiling.

He gently scooped up her delicate frame and laid her on the bed, showering her with tender kisses. His fingers teasingly slipped her straps off the shoulder, pressing his lips against her swanlike neck.

In a room adorned with his own portraits, he claimed Natalia with a weighty presence. Again and again, he sought the girl beneath him as if to etch her into his very marrow.

In the depths of passion, Magnus murmured, "Darling, I love you..."

Natalia was already soaring, ensconced in his love.

While Natalia and Magnus were locked in a deep embrace, enveloped in love's entanglement, Hector and Bianca were bustling about in their villa.

"Sir, I—I'm ready," Bianca said timidly, emerging from the bathroom draped only in a large towel.

Hector's eyes narrowed dangerously. "How many times have I told you what to call me?"

A blush crept across Bianca's face, her toes curling in embarrassment. She was so used to addressing Hector as 'sir,' it was hard to break the habit.

Biting her lip, she mustered her courage and stammered, "Hus—hus—husband."

Hector chuckled; having her to call him 'husband' was like some kind of torture.

Just like Bianca, Hector was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her shy, endearing demeanor set his heart ablaze.

"Am I really that old that you have to stutter 'husband?’" Hector teased her with a chuckle, then extended his hand. "Come here."

Bianca's gaze flitted away. "But sir—" She was cut off by Hector's warning look. Quickly correcting herself, she said, "But hubby, it's still daylight, not yet evening."

Hector pulled Bianca into his arms, rolling her onto the bed. As the towel slipped off, he tossed it aside without a second thought.

His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed upon Bianca's skin, which blushed a soft red hue. Pinching her petite, delicate nose, he teased, "What's wrong with the daytime? Can't we make babies now? Who says it's only for nighttime, hmm?"

As he spoke, Hector bent down to nuzzle Bianca's neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Bianca propped herself against Hector's body, stammering, "In the daylight... I mean, about having children, isn't it better to let nature take its course? We..."

Hector nestled into Bianca's neck, nibbling gently at her tender skin. His clean, masculine scent warmed her cheek.

"Mmm, let nature take its course. I'm getting old, so we need to hurry unless we want to miss out," he said.