Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 69

What did she say?

Isadora's face was a picture of confusion.

Victor's lips traced a slow, possessive path down to the tip of her nose, then finally pressed against her own, brushing her lips with his. He lingered there, savoring the taste of her, before deepening the kiss into something unmistakably French.

"Mmm-"

Things quickly got heated.

Isadora pleaded with him to stop, her voice half-laughter, half-protest.

It wasn't until her legs were so weak she could barely stand that Victor finally let

her go.

Later, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Isadora stared at her pale skin, now marked with bruises and love bites that made her wince just to look at them. She silently cursed Victor. Was he part wolf or something?

The man had a thing for biting, apparently.

She rummaged through her closet for ages before finally settling on a shirt that would cover the worst of the marks.

emerged from the guest bathroom across the hall. He wore a pair of casual gray joggers, bare-chested, water still dripping from his short hair as he ran a towel through it. He looked relaxed, completely at ease, as

Trouble incarnate.

away, awkward and just a

apartment was this, anyway? Victor acted

like this before. Still, she blushed every time.

and

what you

piled with her bulk supermarket finds. Frozen meals were quick and easy-perfect for rushed mornings

but only ever made the effort

could hear the disapproval

mansion," she said.

private chef

it skeptically in his hand. "No wonder you're all skin and

to check,

it. Grumbling, he made his way into the

the tall, elegant figure in her tiny kitchen. He looked completely out of place, and yet

two

breakfast, Isadora had to hurry out for a morning

door while she

and a woman emerged in high heels -her neighbor,