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.

weaving between his, squeezing tight until

a warm

the steps of

down, studying the two little booklets with their photos

it meant to be

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

reached over her head and plucked the certificate out

up to find his obsidian eyes glistening, his expression just a little awkward. "From now on, I'll keep

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

her toes again, her voice

swift motion, his long arms swept her up, pulling her close, holding her tight

was wide and

hear his steady heartbeat, strong and

moment, Victor's voice came, low

smile curved Isadora's lips. She reached up, fingers

hair.

finally yours. And

something damp

"Victor, are you...

didn't answer he just pressed his face deeper, holding

stayed there, wrapped in a silent