Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 68

Victor's throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as his gaze darkened with intensity.

His large hand slid slowly over her skin, possessive and deliberate.

"Tell me, who excites you more—me or him?"

Isadora couldn't answer.

His touch sent shivers through her, making it impossible to think straight. She felt like a sailboat caught in a raging tide, waves smashing her against the shore again and again.

Tonight, Victor was like a man possessed.

He ignored her attempts to push him away and claimed her with a fierce hunger.

Their first time that night happened right by the door.

Then from the door to the couch, and finally to the bed.

By the second round, Isadora could barely move.

Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. As she slipped into sleep, the last thing she felt was Victor still losing himself in her.

The next morning.

Golden sunlight spilled through the blue curtains, filling the room with warmth and a lingering sense of intimacy.

Isadora blinked against the brightness, her body aching as if she'd been taken apart and put back together.

strong arm was draped across

her head and saw him lying beside her,

last night flooded

and Victor had crossed the

of the effects of the drug;

the third time-Isadora knew she'd been

hadn't exactly put up much resistance,

was, she didn't dislike Victor

contrary, his powerful body and skillful touch made her feel dizzy and

studying the man

fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted and pink. In that moment, he looked

pale, sculpted collarbone-marked with red traces from her own

made her cheeks

eyes

Isadora was watching him.

knowing smile

him, bracing his arm by her side, his dark

awake," she stammered, "Why

staring at me first thing in the morning. What, can't

was backlit by the sun, his whole figure glowing

on him,

had broken into my house, that's all,"

eyes softened with

last night, but being wrapped up in her softness all night had

gaze, both of them still completely bare, feeling each other's warmth in every sense of the

night lingered, growing even