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."

whole body heating up as if set alight. Victor's words-just two, so intimate and commanding echoed in her mind:

it all

Elise over her without a second thought for Isadora's feelings or

she keep

should she stay loyal to a man who never

very image

and charm. Every socialite in

every

with him wouldn't be a loss for her. If anything, she'd be

deep breath and lowered her head, imitating the way he had kissed her earlier as she pressed her lips to

but soft, carrying a faint,

her sweet breath brush over him, and

jaw, then his neck, lingering

grew ragged, the movement of his Adam's apple loud

and straight to her heart. She trembled, realizing that kissing him sent her own pulse

Victor rolled over, pinning her delicate wrists above

fierce kiss, his voice gritty

kissed

in her veins

away, but his grip held her fast, trapping

escaped her lips. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the