Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 396

Isadora bit her lip. "Fine, I'll do it! I'll help you undress, okay?"

With that, she reached out, her fingers hesitating at the waistband of his pants. Eyes squeezed shut, she took a deep breath and tugged them down in one swift motion.

Immediately, the raw masculinity of him hit her full force. Isadora's mouth went dry, her cheeks flushing scarlet as she caught a glimpse. Her hands trembled so much she had to turn away, facing the wall in a desperate attempt to compose herself.

"You can handle the rest yourself," she muttered, voice unsteady.

A low, amused chuckle sounded behind her. Victor's tone was casual, almost teasing. "Isadora, you act like you haven't seen it before. Weren't you the one who helped me out last time?"

His words sent a flush creeping all the way down her neck. "Shut up, Victor!"

That time, the lights had been off. Now, with the bathroom lights blazing, it was a whole different story.

Seeing she was about to explode, Victor decided to let up. He padded over to the bathtub, his bare feet silent against the tiles, and slid into the steaming water with a kind of reserved grace, his injured arm resting carelessly on the rim. He eyed Isadora, who was still giving herself a pep talk, the corners of his mouth quirking upward.

cold, you know,"

fanned her burning cheeks. Grabbing a clean white towel, she knelt by the tub to help him wash. She kept her eyes dutifully on his bandaged shoulder, acting like a lady's

towel, but suddenly Victor stood up in the tub. Water streamed down his chest, tracing the defined lines of his body,

nerves short-circuiting at the sight. A dizzy heat rushed over her,

gaze darkened, intense and unwavering as he looked down at her,

tried to regain control. "Just try to

wrapped him in the bathrobe, bundling him up tightly, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the bathroom. But before she could take a step, Victor's arm snaked around her waist) sweeping her up effortlessly. He spun her around and set her on the marble countertop, positioning

are you doing?"

gaze, eyes smoldering. "Kissing

had been too long since their last kiss. Maybe it was the comforting scent of cedar that always clung to him. Or

melted into him, eyes flattering closed as she surrendered to the moment. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves

AOD

hands grew bolder, Isadora suddenly

his hand,