BookToReadChapter 111 Isadora tried to return his kiss, one hand gently resting on the back of his neck.
Victor kissed her with a hunger that bordered on feral, like a wolf who never knew satisfaction. He devoured the sweetness of her lips as if he were under skind of spell.
Under the silver glow of the moon, the two of them lost themselves in a passionate embrace.
By the tVictor finally let her go, Isadora was breathless, utterly spent by his wild fervor.
Face flushed, she leaned against his chest, struggling to catch her breath, and gave him a playful jab with her elbow.
Her lips were tingling and swollen from his kisses.
Victor's expression softened a little as he stroked her hair. "Next time, just tellyou're having dinner with your boyfriend, okay?" Isadora's lips curled in a teasing smile. "Someone's a little possessive tonight." Victor's eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he swallowed hard.
The night was still young, and for him, this was just the appetizer. He wasn't nearly satisfied.
He looked down at the woman in his arms. "Are you full?" he asked quietly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe nodded. "Yeah." He grinned, lowering his voice even further. "Good. Now it's my turn." Before she could react, Victor swept her up in his arms.
For a moment, Isadora felt the world tilt-her body suspended in the air.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms tight around his neck.
Their eyes met. Victor's gaze was deep, almost black, filled with a dangerous intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
The desire burning in his eyes was unmistakable-raw, unguarded, overwhelming.
Isadora felt her whole body tighten. Her heart pounded in her chest like a frightened deer.
She knew exactly what was coming next.
No matter how many times they'd been here before, that flutter of nervous anticipation never seemed to fade. Victor strode with purpose into the bedroom, still carrying her.
"Woof! Woof!" Pudding, their little dog, barked and tried to follow, only to be gently but firmly shut out by Victor. Victor deposited Isadora on the soft bed with barely any effort.
The mattress dipped beneath her, then sprang back as she landed, leaving her breathless.
With practiced ease, Victor peeled off his black t-shirt, revealing a sculpted torso -each muscle defined, impossibly alluring in the soft lamplight.
He made no effort to hide himself, and Isadora couldn't help but swallow hard, suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer force of his presence.
This time, Victor was gentle. He planted light kisses on her brows, down the bridge of her nose, tracing her lips, then returning to her mouth, lingering, teasing.
Isadora felt feverish, her body twisting in restless anticipation.
"Isadora," he murmured, "say my name." "Vi-Victor," she managed, breathless.
Desperate, she trailed kisses along his jaw, down to the hollow of his throat.
"Good girl," Victor whispered, still holding back.
His lips traveled from hers, down the curve of her neck, lower and lower.
The air between them was thick with heat and longing, like a sultry rainstorm that wouldn't let up. Suddenly, Isadora's eyes flew open.
A rush of sensation crashed over her-like a volcano erupting, molten heat surging through her veins.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe couldn't take it anymore. The only sounds that escaped her lips were ragged and broken.
But Victor didn't let her have what she wanted, drawing things out, savoring her every trembling reaction.
He wanted to see her undone beneath him-vulnerable, yearning beautiful in a way that made him want to freeze the moment and watch her forever. "Beg me," he murmured. "Please... please," she whimpered, tears glittering in her eyes, sweat dampening her hair at the temples.
Victor leaned in, his whole body radiating heat as he pressed closer to her...
The night outside was stifling, a haze of heat rolling in waves as their shadows tangled in the darkness beyond the window.
Their clothes ended up strewn carelessly across the bed, evidence of the passion that followed.
Afterward, Isadora was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.
Victor, seemingly content and patient, scooped her up and arried her to the bathroom, where he he helped her take off her makeup and gently washed her. He wrapped her in a warm towel and laid her carefully back on the bed.
His touch was tender, his eyes soft, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
But Isadora was too drained to notice her eyes half-closed, simply letting herself enjoy his care.
Victor drew her close, holding her tightly in his arms. He pressed a kiss to her hair and spoke softly, "Isadora, is there anything you want?" Isadora, who'd been drifting off, suddenly opened her eyes, sharp and cool.
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