Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 504

In that moment, Victor's smile was so radiant and heartfelt-it burned with all the warmth of the early morning sun. Isadora felt her eyes sting, emotion welling up as she looked at him.

Her voice came out a little rough. "I think... this is the first photo we've ever taken together."

Victor lowered his gaze, taking in the marriage photo with her. His voice was gentle, magnetic. "If you'd like, from this year on, we can take one every year."

She shot him a playful look, her eyes bright. "You planning on getting married a lot, then?"

Victor's dark eyes locked onto hers, deep enough to drown in. He answered, slowly and deliberately, "I only ever want to marry you."

Isadora couldn't help herself-she rose up on tiptoe, her lips brushing his ear, her breath warm as honey against his skin. "Victor, you look sinfully handsome in that photo."

At her words, a flush crept up from Victor's collar to color his ears.

A little while later, the two of them approached window number eight again.

They handed over the marriage photos they'd just taken.

The clerk checked their paperwork, then affixed the photo to two official-looking burgundy booklets.

With a satisfying click, the stamp went down-heavy, final, official.

Isadora noticed Victor's hand trembling ever so slightly beside her just a tiny shake, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.

slender fingers weaving between his, squeezing tight until their hands were

clerk handed over their marriage certificates, offering a warm smile. "Congratulations to you both. Wishing

onto the steps of city

two little booklets with their photos inside, marveling at

this was what it meant to

calling her "Mrs. Fitzgerald" in everyday life, but seeing their names printed there, side by side, made the reality

Victor reached over her head and plucked the certificate

obsidian eyes glistening, his expression just a little

usual self. Isadora thought he was impossibly endearing like this, and

bit her lip, then rose on her toes again, her voice gentle

darkened, and in one swift motion, his long arms swept her up, pulling her close, holding her tight his head buried in the curve

was wide

could hear his steady heartbeat, strong

a moment, Victor's voice came, low

Isadora's lips. She reached

hair.

I'm finally yours. And you're

damp

murmured, "Victor,

he just pressed

wrapped in a silent