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 hisdy was as fervent as ever. Every gesture and expression of hers sent
his blood boiling.
He gently scooped up her delicate frame andid 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 imed 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, | 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 vi.
"Sir, I-I''m ready," Bianca said timidly, emerging from the bathroom draped only in arge towel.
Hector''s eyes narrowed dangerously. "How many times have | 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 aze.
"Am | 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."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
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... | 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.
Hearing Hector''s words, Bianca covered her face in shyness. Old? He was as vigorous as a bull every day.
Recently, Hector seemed driven, busy with some baby-making agenda. He''d read that a man''s prime reproductive years were
between 30 and 35, and he was determined not to miss his window.
Bianca wasn''t sure if this was just an excuse for Hector to have sex with her more often, but the sessions were long and
relentless. She didn''t know if this was normal for others, but sometimes she got so caught up in his persuasion that she''d lose
herself to the frenzy, too, yielding to his desires.
His kisses and care filled her with overwhelming happiness, carrying her to cloud nine.
The sunset outside stained the sky with blush, shyly watching over the loving couple bathed in its glow as it descended behind
the hills.
The next day, Bianca awoke to find Hector still sound asleep. She carefully sat up, tracing the contours of his attractive, sleeping
face with her fingers. Her heart bloomed with joy.
Hector''sshes fluttered; he sensed Bianca''s gaze and slowly opened his eyes. Caught by surprise, she yfully stuck out her
tongue. "Good morning."
"Morning," Hector''s voice was husky from sleep.
He looked at the marks on Bianca''s neck, the evidence of his passion, and flipped her onto him, affectionately rubbing noses.
"Why are you up so early? Weren''t you tired afterst night''s marathon?"
Bianca shook her head innocently. "You were the one toiling, not me. I''m not as worn out as you."
"What?" Hector was taken aback, then chuckled.
Hector captured Bianca''s hand, guiding it to his arousal with a meaningful look. "| guess | haven''t satisfy you enough then. Come
on, it''s time for another round! Work me to death!"
Before Bianca could protest, she felt
Hector''s bold advance. Embarr,
and flustered, shemnidd lopus him
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Hector kissed her deeply, his movements relentless, as he swiftly conquered new territory. "My dear, it''s only under the morning
light that we can sow the seeds best, for our little baby to grow strong."
Hearing Hector say, "Our little baby,"
Bianca paused, lost in thought. Could
it be? Was she Iegqdetarrying their
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Bianca was lost in a reverie, her face aglow with the sacred hope of the child she was soon to bring into the world.
Behind her, Hector, as sturdy and dependable as an old draft horse, was tirelessly working,mitted to adding a new baby into
this small family.
In the bedroom, Bianca''s hushed voice soon broke the silence. She bit her lip in an effort to stifle her moans, but the sounds still
escaped, spurring Hector on with even greater fervor.
At Oakwood Manor...
“Mommy, Mommy? I''m home," Anna called out sweetly as she stepped through the doorway, her voice filled with the warmth of
homing.
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her usual self. After enduring the
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