Chapter 355

Victor had only meant to tease her, nothing more.

But the woman in his arms was soft and delicate, her petite frame pressed trustingly against him. It had been so long since he'd felt this, and the unfamiliar ache of longing stirred inside him, catching him off guard.

His dark eyes fixed on her-tracing the delicate lines of her brows, the gentle slope of her nose, and finally her rosy lips, parting and closing with a tempting rhythm that drew him in.

Isadora glanced up, her gaze lingering on the sharp line of his jaw before drifting higher to his eyes. They were fathomless and calm at first, then growing turbulent like a whirlpool threatening to pull her under.

The air in the room seemed to heat up, growing thick with anticipation.

Isadora's lashes fluttered as she found her voice, barely above a whisper. "Didn't you say you were going to... take a shower?"

Victor didn't move, his eyes never leaving her. His voice was low and intoxicating. "I did."

Her heart thudded for reasons she couldn't name. "Then... what are you waiting for?"

He reached out, brushing his fingers along her chin, then up her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her earlobe with a gentle pinch.

His eyes followed the path of his hand, exploring every smooth inch of her skin.

The slow, deliberate touch sent a shiver through her, and a part of her wanted to pull away-just a little, just to catch her breath.

But Victor easily lifted her, setting her down on the elegant table by the window. He parted her legs and stepped between them, his presence overwhelming.

her senses filled with the heat and

Victor murmured, lowering

head away, biting her lip. "Don't...

her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't do

her ear sent a tremor down her spine, making her

was weak, almost

her ear, his words rough with desire. "But I do. I want you, Isadora. I want you so

shut, biting her lip hard to keep

her hands and wrapped

her back pressed to the cool glass and his body burning against

heat.

d with anticipation an

lips traced from her ear to her cheek, his breath betraying the

as he prepared to

And then-

the phone cut through

furrowed in

in a rush

hopped off the table to answer the

"Hello?"

Eleanor Vaughan on the

didn't you

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