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 became

without a second thought for Isadora's feelings or

she

stay loyal to a man who

was the very image of a

presence and charm. Every socialite in Capitolion wanted

he was every

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

breath and lowered her head, imitating the way he

soft, carrying a

felt her sweet breath brush over him, and his

kisses trailed downward, brushing his jaw, then his neck, lingering at his collarbone

ragged, the movement of his Adam's apple loud

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

over, pinning her delicate wrists above her head, pressing

her lips in a fierce kiss, his voice gritty with longing. "You little tease. You're quite

he kissed

felt the heat in her veins rise

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

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