The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

James was pinned to the spot, unable to do anything but let Angela's wild kisses assault his lips. His noncooperation was met with a swift invasion as Angela's delicate hand slipped under his shirt, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His breath hitched. This woman! She had bested him, teased him—damn it, this was the first time a woman had ever done that. Angela nipped at James’ lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. James opened his mouth to curse her out, but Angela slipped her tongue in, greedily entwining it with his. Her tongue was soft and relentless, causing an instant reaction in James' body. Her smoky-grey eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at him, shimmering like stars. Bending down, she hoisted James up and strode into the mansion. James was flabbergasted. Was she even a woman? She had just carried him upstairs! As he thought to struggle, he found himself thrown onto the bed, her petite body immediately covering his. "James, you're reacting to me, which proves you don't dislike me," she said, smiling down at the tent in his trousers. "That's a normal male physiological response, not something exclusive to you. Angela, let me go now. Just because you beat me doesn't mean I'll marry you. Dream on!" James was fuming. Today was a complete embarrassment. He was defeated by a woman, seduced, and even carried by her! These were things a man was supposed to do, and yet a woman had done them to him. How could he possibly marry a woman who acted like a man? "James, | don't care. One day, you'll love me willingly. For now, to address your needs, | don't mind sacrificing myself," Angela said as she pounced, tearing away at James' shirt to reveal his tanned and healthy skin, much to her delight. James was speechless as his clothes were torn apart. Was this even a woman? So rough and brutal! Before he could react, Angela's soft body was pressed against his chest. James shuddered, his hands involuntarily gripping Angela's shoulders. Damn, he was reacting to this tomboy. But Angela's hand had already reached in, grabbing him. James gasped sharply. As Angela applied pressure, James let out a muffled groan. His eyes turned a fierce crimson as he grabbed her arm and flipped her beneath him. If she had sought this, James wasn't one to turn down an invitation! To reclaim his pride as a man, he crushed his lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely. Angela was both shocked and thrilled, surrendering to his wild kisses and reciprocating seamlessly. James held back his exploding desire, looking down at the girl beneath him. There she was, lying shyly under him, her grey eyes wide and watery. Her tiny face, smooth skin, and small hands clung tightly to his shoulders as if afraid he would escape. This small person, with such explosive strength, had defeated him and stirred a powerful response. . That night, though he was intoxicated and unrestrained, he knew she was untouched. Today, she had enticed him just so. She wanted him to fuck her? Well, she would get what she desired then, as his body was already on the brink. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two!" "Can you handle it?" "I can!" James closed his eyes and kissed her again, plundering with abandon. * Hawaii. Magnus sat in his executive office, a photo frame on his desk displaying a picture of Natalia and Jonas. When he was working, he would glance at the photo, and all his fatigue seemed to vanish. He felt genuinely blessed with Natalia, his beautiful wife, and Jonas, their smart and adorable son. His only regret was the desire to have another child with Natalia. Despite their persistent efforts, a year had passed without any sign of pregnancy. At six o'clock, Magnus hurried home, where a meal had already been prepared by the housekeeper. Entering the house, he didn't see Natalia in the living room. "Where's my wife?" A respectful housekeeper responded from the busy kitchen, "She is upstairs in the study." Magnus strode up the stairs. He gently pushed open the bedroom door, placed his bag down, and turned towards the study. Opening the study door, he saw Natalia, her long hair reaching her waist, sitting on the balcony with an easel, painting against the backdrop of the sunset. Her concentration was so serene that it made one forget everything else. The dying light of the sun kissed her face, breathtaking in its beauty. This was his wife. His love for her ran deep in his bones, and his entire being was devoted to her. He approached quietly, crouching to admire her work. The painting was nearly complete, and she was adding the final touches. Too engrossed in her art, Natalia hadn't noticed him. After finishing her painting, "The Setting Sun," she slowly turned and was surprised to find Magnus next to her. She smiled. "When did you get here? Why didn't | hear you?" Magnus picked her up and held her close, sitting her on his lap as he used to do. He stroked her hair, saying, "I've been here a while. You were just too focused." "Look, I've made a painting. Do you like it?" She asked, her smile warm.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"It's beautiful. Everything you do is beautiful," he replied, breathing, scent of he hair (Shek; hdldiig her tight “he whispered, "Nat, let's have another child. Jonas needs a sibling." Please read the original content at . Magnus spoke softly, his fingers kneading her shoulders. Natalia, still shocked by the sudden desire for another child, remembered their unsuccessful year. Could there be something wrong with her? "I've wanted another child for a while now, to keep Jonas company. Shall we start trying again now?" He kissed her nose, then her lips. Natalia was still contemplating her lack of pregnancy when she was swept up and laid on the bed. "My dear, let's start our project now," he announced with a hopeful smile, as if echoing the past year's sentiments. Magnus’ kisses danced delicately upon every nerve in Natalia's body, swirling with a tender ferocity that left Natalia melting into a puddle of sensation. Before long, with a bold yet not-so-gentle claim, Magnus entered her, not forgetting to slide a cushion beneath her as they reveled in their passion. As their fiery union came to an end, night had already cloaked the world in darkness.

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After savoring a hearty meal, Magnus didn't put Natalia down, instead, he whisked her back upstafrs, natOY 1 wing hed feb td grace the floor. atalia thought wryly to herself, "I have legs, you know, and I'm perfectly capable of walking." Please read the original content at . Once in the bedroom, Magnus enveloped her in an embrace, and his lips found hers again. His hands began wandering with an intimacy that was far from innocent. "Magnus, let's just let nature take its course with the baby thing. Not tonight,” Natalia pleaded, overwhelmed by the thought of another round of their intense lovemaking. "My dear, just one more time... then we'll sleep," he whispered against her lips. Natalia looked heavenward, speechless, wondering if this was truly about starting a family or merely satisfying his insatiable desire.