Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 111

Isadora tried to return his kiss, one hand gently resting on the back of his neck.

Victor kissed her with a hunger that bordered on feral, like a wolf who never knew satisfaction. He devoured the sweetness of her lips as if he were under some kind of spell.

Under the silver glow of the moon, the two of them lost themselves in a passionate embrace.

By the time Victor finally let her go, Isadora was breathless, utterly spent by his wild fervor.

Face flushed, she leaned against his chest, struggling to catch her breath, and gave him a playful jab with her elbow.

Her lips were tingling and swollen from his kisses.

Victor’s expression softened a little as he stroked her hair. “Next time, just tell me you’re having dinner with your boyfriend, okay?”

Isadora’s lips curled in a teasing smile. “Someone’s a little possessive tonight.”

Victor’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he swallowed hard.

The night was still young, and for him, this was just the appetizer. He wasn’t nearly satisfied.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. “Are you full?” he asked quietly.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He grinned, lowering his voice even further. “Good. Now it’s my turn.”

Before she could react, Victor swept her up in his arms.

For a moment, Isadora felt the world tilt—her body suspended in the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck.

Their eyes met. Victor’s gaze was deep, almost black, filled with a dangerous intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

The desire burning in his eyes was unmistakable—raw, unguarded, overwhelming.

Isadora felt her whole body tighten. Her heart pounded in her chest like a frightened deer.

She knew exactly what was coming next.

No matter how many times they’d been here before, that flutter of nervous anticipation never seemed to fade.

Victor strode with purpose into the bedroom, still carrying her.

“Woof! Woof!” Pudding, their little dog, barked and tried to follow, only to be gently but firmly shut out by Victor.

Victor deposited Isadora on the soft bed with barely any effort.

The mattress dipped beneath her, then sprang back as she landed, leaving her breathless.

With practiced ease, Victor peeled off his black t-shirt, revealing a sculpted torso—each muscle defined, impossibly alluring in the soft lamplight.