Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 366

"Mmm—"

Isadora let out a muffled whimper.

Victor's body pressed down over her.

His lips claimed her gasp, swallowing the sound in a hungry, urgent kiss. He kissed her deeply, fiercely, his desire unmistakable.

"You… jerk," Isadora managed to say between breaths.

Victor's mouth curled into a slow, wicked smile. He nipped at her earlobe, his voice husky and teasing. "Yeah? I guess I am."

A flash of lightning from the night storm illuminated the two of them, tangled together and unwilling to let go.

……

The next morning.

The air was crisp and fresh, cleansed by the night's thunderstorm—a sense of newness and life lingering in every breath.

Sunlight filtered in through the window.

Isadora woke, tingling with a thousand little shivers.

She blinked sleepily—and found Victor leaning over her.

One hand propped beside her pillow, the other braced on the mattress, his dark eyes swept over her face before he dipped his head to press a kiss to her neck.

Isadora stared up at him, still half-lost in a dream.

Amused by her dazed expression, Victor chuckled quietly and nipped at her lips, his voice warm with affection. "You could sleep through anything, couldn't you?"

His words jolted her fully awake, and memories of the night before rushed back—those dizzying kisses that left her heart pounding, her whole body thrumming.

They hadn't gone all the way. But Victor had insisted on squeezing into the guest room and sleeping there with her, refusing to leave.

Thinking about it, Isadora's lashes fluttered and a faint flush rose to her cheeks.

Suddenly remembering something, she reached for her phone and checked the time. Her eyes went wide—she shoved Victor off of her and sat up in alarm.

Once she finished eating, Victor sauntered out, moving with his usual easy confidence.

He was dressed more casually than usual for the hospital visit—black windbreaker zipped to his throat, gray joggers, his tall frame somehow less intimidating than when he wore his usual suit, more approachable, almost relaxed.

Noticing her gaze, Victor's mouth curved into a teasing smile. He crooked a finger, beckoning her over.

Puzzled, Isadora walked to him.

Victor leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, voice low and magnetic. "Isadora, don't look at me like that. I might forget how to behave."

His words sent a rush of heat to her cheeks. Flustered, she nudged his side with her elbow. "Come on, we need to go."

Victor's laughter rumbled in his chest as he took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers.

Isadora glanced down at their joined hands, feeling oddly light-headed.

It seemed like something between them had changed these past few days—something she couldn't quite name, but couldn't ignore.