Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 7

Isadora was so startled, she could barely get the words out. "W-what?"

Her cheeks weren't just flushed-they were crimson, as if her embarrassment might actually draw blood.

Only a few hours ago, she'd barely had the faintest experience in these matters!

What did he mean?

How was she supposed to know what to do?

Oh God.

Maybe she could sneak a look at a movie or something, cram a little knowledge to make up for her twenty-three years of ignorance.

Victor watched the embarrassment spread across Isadora's face, the blush traveling down her neck like a wildfire. Her skin bloomed with rosy warmth, and her dark, bright eyes flickered between bashfulness and indignation, though she didn't dare show it outright.

Something about this charming, flustered young woman made Victor's lips curl in quiet amusement.

He arched one eyebrow, gaze lingering on her full, temptingly red lips. His eyes, dark and deep as night, grew even more intense.

“Isadora,” he murmured, his voice deep, velvet-smooth, laced with desire, "kiss me."

heat of his gaze, Isadora felt her mouth go dry, her whole body heating up as if set alight. Victor's words-just two,

all became

over her without a second thought for Isadora's

should she keep holding

she stay loyal to a

very

had an undeniable presence and charm.

importantly, he was every bit

for

breath and lowered her head, imitating the way he had kissed her earlier

cool but soft, carrying a faint,

felt her sweet breath brush over him,

his neck, lingering at his collarbone with gentle, uncertain

grew ragged, the movement of his Adam's apple

through her nerves and straight to her heart. She

over, pinning her delicate wrists above

voice gritty with longing. "You little tease. You're quite the

that, he kissed

in her veins rise to a

pull away, but his grip held her fast, trapping her against the headboard, every inch of her

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the medicine, maybe it was something more, but