Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 3

She was like a perfectly ripe peach, soft and pink, just waiting for someone to pluck her and savor her sweetness.

With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Isadora buried her face against Victor, nuzzling him with desperate need.-

“Victor…”

“I’m so hot,” she whispered, her breath shaky. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Help me. Please.”

As the words left her lips, she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then trailed upward until her mouth found his. Her kisses were clumsy, unpracticed, but they sent a jolt of heat through him all the same.

Victor’s eyes darkened as he watched her, her cheeks flushed and her body trembling under the weight of desire. He slid a warm hand beneath the smooth skin of her back, gentle but firm, trying to soothe her.

“Isadora,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “are you sure you won’t regret this?”

He wasn’t the kind of man anyone should trust easily.

Isadora shook her head insistently, her voice a broken whisper. “No regrets. I just want Magnus to suffer…”

Victor arched a brow, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Oh? Someone else still on your mind?”

His hand paused, and she felt as if a thousand ants were crawling beneath her skin, the ache unbearable.

She gazed up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her lips trembling. “No. There’s no one else. Not anymore.”

There was no room left in her heart for Magnus.

At her words, Victor’s hand resumed its slow, comforting strokes along her back. He smiled, his tone teasing, seductive. “Then beg me.”