Chapter 4

She was like a perfectly ripe peach, soft and pink, just waiting for someone to pluck her and savor her sweetness.

With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Isadora buried her face against Victor, nuzzling him with desperate need.-

"Victor..."

“I'm so hot,” she whispered, her breath shaky. “I can't take it anymore."

"Help me. Please."

As the words left her lips, she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then trailed upward until her mouth found his. Her kisses were clumsy, unpracticed, but they sent a jolt of heat through him all the same.

Victor's eyes darkened as he watched her, her cheeks flushed and her body trembling under the weight of desire. He slid a warm hand beneath the smooth skin of her back, gentle but firm, trying to soothe her.

"Isadora," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "are you sure you won't regret this?"

the kind of man

broken whisper. "No regrets. I just want Magnus

of mischief in

as if a thousand ants were crawling beneath her skin, the ache

at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her lips trembling. "No. There's no

room left in

Victor's hand resumed its slow, comforting strokes along her

only that she needed his touch to ease the burning inside her. She bit her lip, her pleading gaze full of fragile

mouth. He rewarded her with

breath warm against his ear. “I want to give you my first

flashed with sudden intensity, his smile dangerous and wicked. "Alright, darling. I'll make

as

inch of

swept away, as if she were drifting on a tidal wave, lost in the sensation. She pressed herself closer,

Victor, shattering his usual composure. In that moment, nothing else

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