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."

mouth go dry, her whole body heating up as if

all

without a second thought for Isadora's

she keep

should she stay loyal to a man who never valued

Victor-Victor was the very image of

had an undeniable presence and charm. Every socialite in

importantly, he was every bit Magnus's equal-if

a loss for her. If anything, she'd be coming

the way he had kissed her earlier as she pressed

mouth was cool but soft, carrying

her sweet breath brush over him, and his

jaw, then his neck, lingering at his collarbone

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

and felt a shiver run through her, the sensation zinging through her nerves and straight to her heart. She

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

lips in a fierce kiss, his voice gritty

he kissed

the heat in her veins rise

trapping her against

the medicine, maybe it was

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