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."

body heating up as if set alight. Victor's words-just two, so

all

without a second thought for

should she keep holding

should she stay loyal to

very image of a perfect

charm. Every socialite in Capitolion wanted to be on his

every bit

him wouldn't be a loss for her.

her head, imitating the way he had kissed her earlier as she pressed her lips to

cool but soft,

breath brush over him, and

his neck, lingering at his collarbone

ragged, the movement of his Adam's apple loud in the quiet of the

sensation zinging through her nerves and straight to her heart. She trembled, realizing that kissing

a sudden, fluid motion, Victor rolled over, pinning her delicate wrists above

lips in a fierce kiss, his voice gritty with longing.

that, he kissed her again-hungry,

felt the heat in her

away, but his grip held her fast, trapping her against

of the medicine, maybe it was something more, but