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.

but Victor's strong arm was draped across her waist, pinning her

him lying beside her, breathtakingly handsome even in

instant, memories from last night flooded

and Victor had

of the effects of the drug; the

the third time-Isadora knew

hadn't exactly put up much resistance,

was, she didn't dislike Victor

skillful touch made

studying the man

eyes were closed, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted and pink. In that moment, he looked less

sculpted collarbone-marked with

thought made

with his eyes closed, sensed her

Isadora was watching him.

knowing smile played

her beneath him, bracing his arm by her side, his dark

she stammered, "Why didn't you

staring at me first thing in the morning.

his whole figure glowing gold, his eyes impossibly

him,

into my house,

softened

up in

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

lingered,