Chapter 111

Isadora tried to return his kiss, one hand gently resting on the back of his neck.

Victor kissed her with a hunger that bordered on feral, like a wolf who never knew satisfaction. He devoured the sweetness of her lips as if he were under some kind

of spell.

Under the silver glow of the moon, the two of them lost themselves in a passionate embrace.

By the time Victor finally let her go, Isadora was breathless, utterly spent by his wild fervor.

Face flushed, she leaned against his chest, struggling to catch her breath, and gave him a playful jab with her elbow.

Her lips were tingling and swollen from his kisses.

Victor's expression softened a little as he stroked her hair. "Next time, just tell me you're having dinner with your boyfriend, okay?"

Isadora's lips curled in a teasing smile. “Someone's a little possessive tonight.”

Victor's eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he swallowed hard.

The night was still young, and for him, this was just the appetizer. He wasn't nearly satisfied.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. "Are you full?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He grinned, lowering his voice even further. "Good. Now it's my turn."

could react, Victor swept her up

a moment, Isadora felt the world tilt-her body

her arms tight around

was deep, almost black, filled with a dangerous intensity that

burning in his eyes was unmistakable-raw, unguarded,

whole body tighten. Her heart pounded in her chest like a frightened

knew exactly what was coming

they'd been here before, that flutter of nervous

purpose into

barked and tried to follow, only to be gently

soft bed with barely any

her, then sprang back

practiced ease, Victor peeled off his black t-shirt, revealing a sculpted torso —each muscle defined,

hide himself, and Isadora couldn't help but swallow hard, suddenly overwhelmed

time, Victor was gentle. He planted light kisses on

lips,

felt feverish, her body twisting in

he murmured, "say my

"Vi-Victor," she managed, breathless.

his jaw, down to

whispered, still

hers, down the

thick with heat and longing, like a sultry rainstorm that wouldn't let

Isadora's eyes flew

of sensation crashed over her-like a

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