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," he teased, his voice low and

filled with breathless sighs and whispered names, her own voice trembling with

rumbled against

sweet and breathless,

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

brushing his lips against

painting their entwined shadows across the glass

home from the hospital, Victor was gentle that night-they

on the bed, her body trembling, sweat dampening her brow. She was so exhausted she could barely lift a finger, wrapped in the blankets as if she might never

let out a

always claimed she wasn't too thin, but her stamina

off under the warm shower.

to bed, settling in behind her and wrapping her tightly in

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

Victor's care,

her head came his low, rough

I have to leave for a business trip in

open, turning to look at him.

sounded lazy and relaxed. "A

weekend. Which meant he wouldn't

along, to make sure the Vaughans finally understood that things with Magnus