The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 566

Natalia's cheeks blushed a deep crimson. Thankfully, the evening's dim light cloaked her embarrassment, but she could still feel the heat radiating from her face.

She shyly lowered her gaze. "We're both of age now, and the chances are slim. You're dreaming."

"Honey, are you questioning my prowess or your own?" Magnus teased, lifting Natalia into his arms and gazing deeply into her enchanting face. "Darling, even at sixty, we could still have a child. Besides, you don't look a day over twenty-nine. Why sell yourself short?"

"Stop it," Natalia giggled, playfully thumping Magnus' chest. "I'm thirty-eight, for heaven's sake. I'm practically an old maid."

Magnus chose to ignore Natalia's protests entirely. Without a care, he laid Natalia on the soft sands of the beach, which retained a warm comfort from the day's sun.

Magnus tenderly kissed Natalia's delicate lips, his hands roaming with a mind of their own.

Lying on the beach, Natalia was dizzied by Magnus' kisses until his hand ventured to her curves. She bashfully clenched his hand to halt his advances. "Love, we're by the sea. What if someone sees..."

"Shh—" Magnus silenced Natalia's persistent murmurs with a kiss. "This is our private beach, and there's nobody here."

It was deep into the night, and besides them, the beach was deserted. Moreover, Magnus had bought the area, so unless Hector Cood, that scatterbrain, stumbled onto the beach in the dead of the night, no one would dare interrupt them.

Confident in their privacy, Magnus boldly continued his amorous conquest on the beach.

Natalia's feeble protests were like a moan, igniting a boiling passion within him that he couldn't contain. He skillfully lifted her nightgown, and with the warm sand beneath them, he passionately surrendered to the moment.

Natalia was a bundle of nerves, having never been so exposed on a beach before—it felt thrillingly clandestine.

In contrast to Natalia's nerves, Magnus was overjoyed, utterly plundering as if he wished to consume her whole. Feeling Natalia's tension only heightened his elation. The ecstasy was so intense that he wished he could swallow her whole.

The waves harmonized with their passion, the rhythmic lapping sound bearing witness to the couple's deep affection.

Eventually, Magnus ceased his thrust, kissing the damp face of Natalia, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, "My treasure, this is wonderful. I feel like we're cheating—such a thrill!"

Natalia felt overwhelmed by Magnus' previous fervor. Her toes curled and uncurled in bliss, as she struggled to gather her wits.

Hearing Magnus now, she blushed furiously, fearful someone might stumble upon this patch of beach. Panting lightly, she pushed against him. "Get up, please. If we're discovered, I'll die of shame."

Magnus' laughter boomed heartily as he composed himself, then lovingly scooped Natalia from the sand, teasing, "Oops, seems like your lovely hair's got all dirty. I'll have to give it a wash later."

Natalia knew exactly what Magnus was implying, and she playfully scolded him, "You perv, I was so nervous, and you... how could you be so naughty!" Looking back at the deep impressions left in the sand, she turned her head away in embarrassment.