Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 186

A soft cough sounded from behind.

Victor froze mid-step, his jaw tightening as his hand clenched so hard the veins stood out.

For a split second, he hesitated—then spun around and strode back toward the bed. He reached out, cupped the back of the woman’s head, and pulled her in for a fierce, hungry kiss.

Anxious relief, fear, and a hundred tangled emotions surged between them, all pouring into that desperate embrace.

Victor kissed her with a rough urgency, his lips claiming hers as if he couldn’t get close enough, as if he might consume her whole.

Pinned on the bed, Isadora had no choice but to tilt her head back and meet him, breathless and defenseless against the force of his kiss. His intensity made escape impossible. All she could do was yield, her heart pounding as she met his bruising, possessive, almost trembling lips.

Sunlight spilled through the hospital curtains, casting a golden haze over them—the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them locked together.

The air grew thick and humid, crackling with an undercurrent of longing neither could disguise.

Victor’s warm hand slid beneath the edge of her gray hospital gown, practiced and sure.

But just then, a sharp knock rattled the door.

“Miss Vaughan? It’s time for your injection.”

Before the words had fully faded, two female nurses entered, only to find the pair entwined by the bed.

Victor was bent over Isadora, holding her close, his lips still pressed to hers. Her head was tipped back, dark hair spilling over the pillow like something out of a movie—so beautiful it hardly seemed real.

The sound jolted Isadora back to herself. She shoved Victor away, cheeks blazing scarlet.

These nurses were the ones who changed her bandages and gave her shots every day. Now, she wanted nothing more than to disappear.

Victor, on the other hand, looked unbothered—merely scowling at the interruption, his irritation obvious.

He stood, reaching out to gently wipe the dampness from the corner of Isadora’s mouth.

She glared up at him, mortified, her face and even her throat flushed crimson. If she could have crawled into a hole in the floor, she would have.

The two nurses, having never seen such a handsome man before, blushed as well.