Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 136

Soft, golden lamplight spilled over the king-sized bed, bathing it in a gentle haze. Pudding, the golden retriever, had once again been banished to the hallway.

He whined in protest, his little paws scratching at the door. Why did they keep kicking him out halfway through playtime?

Inside the bedroom, Victor hovered over Isadora, his body pressing her gently into the mattress.

Her porcelain skin shimmered against the pale blue silk sheets, a rosy flush blooming across her body as passion overtook her.

A heated ache spread through Isadora's chest, making her squirm restlessly beneath him, her voice trembling with a breathless, delicate moan. "Mmm..."

Victor propped himself up on one strong, bare arm, reaching over to the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer, grabbed what he needed, and tore open the wrapper before slipping it into place.

Isadora's cheeks burned crimson.

She quickly turned away, not daring to look at the intimate scene unfolding beside her. But in that moment, she caught a glimpse of the overflowing drawer-box after box stacked inside.

A shiver ran through her. So many! Did he honestly think they'd ever use that many?

Her voice came out husky, "Why... why do you have so many?"

Victor finished what he was doing and leaned in, pinning her down once more. He brushed her hair aside and pressed his lips to her earlobe.

Her ears were delicate and cool to the touch, making her shiver all over. Victor's gaze burned into her, a dark and hungry look flickering in his eyes.

a little more faith in your man,"

of him claiming her as their bodies moved together in perfect, feverish rhythm. The air filled with breathless sighs and whispered names,

rumbled against her

her tone sweet and breathless, nothing

sound sent a jolt through Victor, making his throat work as he swallowed hard, desire darkening

murmured, brushing his lips against her temple.

moonlight poured through the window, painting their entwined shadows across the

the hospital, Victor was gentle that night-they only

lay sprawled on the bed, her body trembling, sweat dampening her brow. She was so exhausted

out

claimed she wasn't too thin, but her stamina

scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, helping her rinse off under the warm

bed, settling in behind her and wrapping her tightly

neck, a few stray strands curling around her cheek. Her lips were rosy and her teeth flashed white against the glow

she melted into Victor's care, letting out a long,

her head came

leave for a

for a moment, then blinked them open,

lazy and relaxed.

birthday party was that weekend. Which meant he wouldn't make it

been planning to bring Victor along, to make sure the Vaughans finally understood that things with Magnus were well and