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.

should have a little more faith in your man," he teased, his voice

together in perfect, feverish rhythm. The air filled with breathless sighs and whispered names, her own voice trembling with pleasure, rising and falling

husky, rumbled against her ear. "Say

sweet and breathless, nothing

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

brushing his lips against her temple. "My sweet

painting their entwined shadows across

that Isadora had just come home from the hospital, Victor was gentle that night-they

She was so exhausted she could barely lift a finger, wrapped in

out a quiet

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

under the warm shower. Then, with surprising tenderness, he toweled her off and dried her long, dark hair

her back to bed,

at the nape of her neck, a few stray strands curling around her cheek. Her lips

care, letting out a

came his low, rough

to leave for a business trip

kept her eyes shut for a moment, then blinked them open, turning to look

sounded lazy and

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

make sure the Vaughans finally understood