The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 457

The invitation crashed through Hector's last shred of rationality like a wrecking ball, and he pulled Bianca into his arms with a ferocity that spoke of hunger long denied. He savored her sweetness with an intensity that left them both spiraling into an abyss of desire.

Their connection ignited instantly, and in a whirlwind of passion, they both moaned, both too eager and inexperienced to prolong the moment. Afterward, they lay there, sharing awkward yet genuine smiles.

After a short while, Hector kissed Bianca's forehead and asked gently, "Does it hurt?" Bianca’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and she whispered, "No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Then, let's go again...” Hector thought, reasoning that since they'd already crossed the line, it didn’t matter how many more times they did.

Bianca's heartbeat raced even faster.

Without waiting for her answer, Hector rolled over her again, his lips finding hers before trailing kisses down her neck. This time, it was with a tenderness that was achingly sweet.

As Bianca lost herself in his fervent kisses, he thrusted into her once more, and though the duration was still brief, the connection deepened.

Determined to salvage his pride, Hector spent the entire night making love to Bianca until she fell into an exhausted slumber. Hector watched over her with eyes shining with vitality, his heart brimming with joy.

The night stretched on, illuminating the wondrous and unforgettable journey that Hector and Bianca had embarked upon. The next day.

Bianca awoke to the first light of dawn, her eyes fluttering open to meet Hector's sleeping form beside her. A sweet smile bloomed on her face.

It was wonderful; she had finally given herself to him. The previous night, with its solemn and sincere rituals, had etched itself into her soul, never to be forgotten.

Carefully turning over, she felt sore all over, but it was a pain she welcomed.

As she studyed Hector’s profile, the strong brow, the proud nose, the sensual lips, her heart sang with happiness. Every detail about him seemed perfect, even that...

With this thought, her gaze inadvertently drifted downward. And then, she gasped softly in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my!”

Her soft exclamation woke Hector, who opened his eyes to see Bianca covering her mouth in astonishment. Puzzled, he asked, “What's wrong?”

Too embarrassed to speak, she pointed towards his lower half, indicating that he should check on his own ‘unruly’ part.

Understanding her gesture, Hector laughed heartily. He ruffled her hair affectionately and teased her, “Silly girl, that’s a normal morning reaction for a guy. No need to make such a fuss.”

Only then did Bianca realize her misunderstanding. She stuck out her tongue sheepishly and gave Hector a shy smile. “I... | didn’t know.”

“Ha, what do you need to know that for?” Hector said, his spirits lifted by her innocent blunder. He pulled her into his embrace, his voice playful and warm. “Not hurting anymore, huh? Still in the mood to laugh?”

Bianca shook her head sincerely. “It’s a little sore, but I’m so happy, Mr. Hector. I’m really yours now.” Looking into her bright eyes, Hector asked seriously, “Bianca, do you have any regrets about last night?”

Without hesitation, she shook her head. “No regrets, Mr. Hector. Meeting you has been the best thing in my life. I'd thank you every day if | could.”

Holding her hand, he spoke with equal seriousness, “If that’s the case, then spend your life thanking me, not as my servant, but as my partner.”

“What do you mean?” Bianca was puzzled but didn’t dare to ask, fearing he might find her foolish. She simply watched him, waiting for an explanation.

Hector got out of bed and headed to the safe, where he kept important documents. He took out his driving license and passport, and with a meaningful look, he said, “Come on, get dressed. We're heading to the town hall. | only sleep with my wife!”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Bianca was stunned. Marriage? Did he want to marry her? For a moment, she was speechless, gazing at Hector, her mind racing.

Hector chuckled at her stunned expression. “What's the matter? Are you not willing? If not, that’s fine by me.”

As he started to walk away, Bianca snapped out of her daze and leaped from the bed, not even bothering with her clothes. “Hector, wait! | do! | want to!”

He stopped, smiling knowingly. He had anticipated this reaction. “Then get dressed quick,” he said as she scrambled to get ready, her hair a wild tangle. “Don't keep me waiting.”

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The trip to the town hall to register their marriage went off without a hitch. When Bianca held the bright, shiny marriage certificates in her hand, it all felt like a surreal dream, too fantastical to be her reality.

Later, sitting in the living room, she stole a glance at Hector. Seizing the moment while his attention was elsewhere, she pinched herself hard and winced, a muffled grunt escaping her lips. “Ouch, that hurt!”

Oh, my stars! This was no dream—she really was married to Mr. Hector!