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.

reached out, her slender fingers weaving between his,

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

the steps of city

booklets with their photos inside, marveling at how

it

but seeing their names printed there, side by side, made the reality of being Victor's

over her head and plucked the certificate out

a little awkward. "From

it was just that he seemed so different today-so unlike his usual self. Isadora thought he was impossibly endearing

toes again, her voice

her up, pulling her close, holding her tight his head buried in the curve of

was wide and

could hear his steady

a moment, Victor's voice came,

Isadora's lips. She reached up,

hair.

finally yours.

something damp against her

murmured, "Victor, are you...

just pressed his face

wrapped