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."

Victor swept her up

world tilt-her

wrapped her arms tight

was deep, almost black, filled with a dangerous intensity

in his

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

exactly what was

many times they'd been here before, that flutter of nervous anticipation

strode with purpose into the

their little dog, barked and tried to follow, only to be gently but firmly shut out by

on the soft bed with barely

her, then sprang back as she landed, leaving

off his black t-shirt, revealing a sculpted torso

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

gentle. He planted light kisses on her

tracing her lips, then returning to her

her body

he murmured, "say my

"Vi-Victor," she managed, breathless.

she trailed kisses along his jaw, down to the

Victor whispered, still

lips traveled from hers, down the curve of her neck, lower and

air between them was thick with heat and longing, like a sultry rainstorm that

Isadora's eyes flew

rush of sensation crashed over her-like a volcano

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