Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 355

Victor had only meant to tease her, nothing more.

But the woman in his arms was soft and delicate, her petite frame pressed trustingly against him. It had been so long since he'd felt this, and the unfamiliar ache of longing stirred inside him, catching him off guard.

His dark eyes fixed on her—tracing the delicate lines of her brows, the gentle slope of her nose, and finally her rosy lips, parting and closing with a tempting rhythm that drew him in.

Isadora glanced up, her gaze lingering on the sharp line of his jaw before drifting higher to his eyes. They were fathomless and calm at first, then growing turbulent—like a whirlpool threatening to pull her under.

The air in the room seemed to heat up, growing thick with anticipation.

Isadora's lashes fluttered as she found her voice, barely above a whisper. "Didn't you say you were going to… take a shower?"

Victor didn't move, his eyes never leaving her. His voice was low and intoxicating. "I did."

Her heart thudded for reasons she couldn't name. "Then… what are you waiting for?"

He reached out, brushing his fingers along her chin, then up her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her earlobe with a gentle pinch.

His eyes followed the path of his hand, exploring every smooth inch of her skin.

The slow, deliberate touch sent a shiver through her, and a part of her wanted to pull away—just a little, just to catch her breath.

But Victor easily lifted her, setting her down on the elegant table by the window. He parted her legs and stepped between them, his presence overwhelming.

Isadora's breathing quickened, her senses filled with the heat and strength radiating from him.

"Isadora…" Victor murmured, lowering his head, drawing closer.

She turned her head away, biting her lip. "Don't… don't do this…"

His lips brushed her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't do what?" he whispered, his voice teasing and husky.

His breath on her ear sent a tremor down her spine, making her heart flutter uncontrollably.

Isadora's protest was weak, almost pleading. "I don't want to…"