Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 69

What did she say?

Isadora’s face was a picture of confusion.

Victor’s lips traced a slow, possessive path down to the tip of her nose, then finally pressed against her own, brushing her lips with his. He lingered there, savoring the taste of her, before deepening the kiss into something unmistakably French.

“Mmm—”

Things quickly got heated.

Isadora pleaded with him to stop, her voice half-laughter, half-protest.

It wasn’t until her legs were so weak she could barely stand that Victor finally let her go.

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Later, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Isadora stared at her pale skin, now marked with bruises and love bites that made her wince just to look at them.

She silently cursed Victor. Was he part wolf or something?

The man had a thing for biting, apparently.

She rummaged through her closet for ages before finally settling on a shirt that would cover the worst of the marks.

When she stepped out of her bedroom, Victor emerged from the guest bathroom across the hall. He wore a pair of casual gray joggers, bare-chested, water still dripping from his short hair as he ran a towel through it. He looked relaxed, completely at ease, as if he owned the place.

Trouble incarnate.

Isadora looked away, awkward and just a little annoyed.

Whose apartment was this, anyway? Victor acted more at home than she did.

Victor noticed her discomfort, amused. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her like this before. Still, she blushed every time. That stubbornness—he found it endearing.

He smiled to himself and walked straight to the fridge, pulling open the door.

Rows of sandwiches and frozen dinners greeted him.

He frowned. “This is what you eat at home?”

Isadora, peering over his shoulder, saw the shelves piled with her bulk supermarket finds. Frozen meals were quick and easy—perfect for rushed mornings and late nights.