The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 96

Looking at Magnus in his current state, it was clear he had no intention of settling down for the night.

Best she keep her distance.

After all, his wound had scabbed over, and in a few more days, it should be mostly healed.

If he acted willfully at this time, there was a risk of reopening the wound, which would only prolong the

healing process.

Watching Natalia's fleeing figure disappear around the stairway corner, Magnus, dabbing his lips with a

napkin, couldn't help but flash a wicked smile. "What difference does it make whether you sleep in the

guest room or my bedroom?" he muttered to himself.

Since she kept in mind the things Dr. Frankie had emphasized when he returned to France, Natalia,

upon going upstairs, didn't dare to stay in Magnus' bedroom. Instead, she took her book and went

straight to the guest room to sleep.

She thought that, by doing this, Magnus would leave her be and stay in his own room.

But little did she know, after she'd finished showering and emerged from the guest room bathroom, she

would find a freshly showered, handsome man dressed in a white bathrobe, seated on her bed.

"Wha...wha..." Magnus had followed her to the guest room. Natalia felt really helpless.

Magnus, however, simply lifted the blanket by his side, patted the bed, and said, "Come here, Nat."

He was determined to savor Natalia's sweet company tonight, no matter what. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

When Natalia looked at Magnus' gazes, she felt a shiver run down her spine.

In the past, she wouldn't have felt anything special about Magnus' advances. But after he confessed

his feelings for her a few days ago, the thought of sharing a bed with him now made her unusually

nervous.

So she said, "I'll go back to the master bedroom. You can sleep here if you like."

With that, Natalia hurried to the door, desperate to escape.

But no matter how she twisted the doorknob, the door wouldn't open.

In desperation, she turned to Magnus, who sat on the bed, and asked for help.

"Magnus, why can't I open the door? You..."

Magnus interjected. "I had Linden lock the door. It won't be opened until tomorrow morning. So you can

either stand here all night or sleep next to me."

Natalia stood there, hesitating for a long time.

Magnus was definitely doing this on purpose and was determined to sleep with her; Natalia had no

choice but to comply.

She walked over to the bed, sat down next to Magnus, and tried to convince him to behave himself as

she wanted his wounds to heal quickly.

Magnus, knowing he was injured, surely wouldn't lose control, right?

With that reassurance, Natalia, who had been nervous, finally felt slightly more at ease.

But as soon as she lay down, before she could even calm her racing heart, the man next to her turned

over and pressed himself against her.

Without giving her a chance to react, he lowered his head and passionately kissed her lips, a desire he

had been harboring for a long time. Damn it.

He savagely sucked her lips, pried open her teeth, and entangled her tongue in his, as if he wanted to

devour her.

His body radiated a scorching heat that permeated through their thin robes and onto Natalia's skin,

making her body gradually heat up as well.

"Uh...uh..." While Magnus was busy kissing Natalia, his hands were wandering all over her body,

making her pant with arousal.

Although her mind was telling her that this could cause his wounds to reopen, she couldn't stop

Magnus.

Feeling Natalia's initial resistance slowly give way to submission, Magnus finally let her go. He then

gasped for air and said in a hoarse voice, "Darling, be good and don't resist me."

The woman in front of him was like a fatal temptation. From the moment she entered his life, his heart

was no longer his own. He wanted nothing more than to pin her down and shower her with love,

marking her as his woman.

"But Magnus, your wounds..." The passionate fire in his eyes made Natalia's heart flutter.

She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but her nervousness made her grip the bedsheets instead.

Even if he couldn't control himself, he should be considerate of his wounds, shouldn't he? Didn't his

back hurt?

"Baby, you can help me." Seeing Natalia's concerned expression, Magnus suddenly suggested.

Before Dr. Frankie left, he said with a mischievous smile, "If you can't resist the urge to have sex with

your wife, you can also..."

So, Magnus, unable to resist, took the doctor's advice.

As soon as Magnus said this, Natalia's face turned beet red.

She quickly corrected, "No... Can't you resist..."

But before she could finish, Magnus lowered his head once more.

He then silenced her with a kiss and, as she couldn’t hold back her soft moans, they became one.

If she wouldn't help him, he'd do it himself.

The passion in the room made the temperature rise significantly.

Magnus, contented and satisfied, leaned down to nibble on Natalia's earlobe when she was at her most

fragile moment. His voice was deep and magnetic, "Say me you love me, Nat. I want to hear you say

it."

"I... I..." Natalia stuttered, her face blazing with embarrassment. She hadn't expected him to corner her

into saying such things.

Her hands clung to his shoulders. She dug her nails deep into his flesh, almost drawing blood.

"I want you to say it, Natalia. You love me, don't you? Just as I love you. You're quite smitten with me,

aren't you?" Magnus questioned, his gaze fixated on Natalia, who looked so captivatingly vulnerable.

He had to fight the urge to pull her in close and meld her into his very being. He held back, keeping his

gaze steady, waiting for her response.

Natalia, at this point, was too flustered to think straight.

All she heard was his question, and she found herself nodding instinctively. Then, she echoed his

words, "Yes, I like you."

She did, she really did love him. So much so that she didn't even realize when did it start. But she

couldn't say she loved him. She could only admit to liking him.