NovelUSAChapter 68 Victor's throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as his gaze darkened with intensity.
His large hand slid slowly over her skin, possessive and deliberate.
"Tell me, who excites you moreor him?" Isadora couldn't answer.
His touch sent shivers through her, making it impossible to think straight. She felt like a sailboat caught in a raging tide, waves smashing her against the shore again and again.
Tonight, Victor was like a man possessed.
He ignored her attempts to push him away and claimed her with a fierce hunger.
Their first tthat night happened right by the door.
Then from the door to the couch, and finally to the bed.
By the second round, Isadora could barely move.
Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. As she slipped into sleep, the last thing she felt was Victor still losing himself in her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe next morning.
Golden sunlight spilled through the blue curtains, filling the room with warmth and a lingering sense of intimacy. Isadora blinked against the brightness, her body aching as if she'd been taken apart and put back together. She tried to move, but Victor's strong arm was draped across her waist, pinning her in place.
She turned her head and saw him lying beside her, breathtakingly handseven in sleep.
In that instant, memories from last night flooded her mind like scenes from a film.
She and Victor had crossed the line again.
The first thad been because of the effects of the drug; the second, out of obligation.
But the third time-Isadora knew she'd been fully conscious.
She hadn't exactly put up much resistance, either.
The truth was, she didn't dislike Victor at all.
On the contrary, his powerful body and skillful touch made her feel dizzy and dangerously drawn to him. She gazed at him, studying the man beside her.
His hair was a little messy, his features flawless. His eyes were closed, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted and pink. In that moment, he looked less like a lion on the hunt and more like a big sleepy cat, all the intensity drained away.
Her gaze drifted down to his pale, sculpted collarbone-marked with red traces from her own hands.
The thought made her cheeks flush.
Victor, still with his eyes closed, sensed her scrutiny.
Isadora was watching him.
A small, knowing smile played on his lips.
Suddenly, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him, bracing his arm by her side, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
"Hey-you're awake," she stammered, "Why didn't you say anything?" He arched a brow. "You're staring atfirst thing in the morning. What, can't get enough?" He was backlit by the sun, his whole figure glowing gold, his eyes impossibly dark and teasing.
Caught spying on him, Isadora's blush deepened.
"I just thought someone had broken into my house, that's all," she muttered.
Victor's eyes softened with laughter.
He'd been angry last night, but being wrapped up in her softness all night had soothed something in him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe held her gaze, both of them still completely bare, feeling each other's warmth in every sense of the word.
The charged atmosphere from last night lingered, growing even thicker in the morning light.
Isadora shifted awkwardly, her cheeks pink. "I need to get dressed. Could you... move?" She started to get up, grabbing a towel to cover herself.
But Victor pulled her back again.
"You still haven't answered me. Who makes you feel more-me, or him?" That question again? She didn't want him to think she was being evasive.
She replied earnestly, "Magnus was waiting at my door last night. I ignored him.
I've ended things with him for good."
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Victor's face, though he kept his expression carefully neutral.
He traced her lips with his finger, his voice low and intimate Then why' e didn't you pushaway?"
"I told you, I don't know. I even slapped him last night didn'tslap you, though.. Her voice trailed off to a whisper. "So in your heart, I'm better than him?" How could Victor be this competitive? Isadora made a noncommittal sound.
Victor's eyes softened again as he pressed a gentle kiss to her smooth forehead.
"You said it, Isadora," he murmured.
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