NovelEnglishChapter 4 She was like a perfectly ripe peach, soft and pink, just waiting for someone to pluck her and savor her sweetness.
With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Isadora buried her face against Victor, nuzzling him with desperate need.- "Victor..." "I'm so hot,” she whispered, her breath shaky. “I can't take it anymore." "Help me. Please." As the words left her lips, she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then trailed upward until her mouth found his. Her kisses were clumsy, unpracticed, but they sent a jolt of heat through him all the same.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor's eyes darkened as he watched her, her cheeks flushed and her body trembling under the weight of desire. He slid a warm hand beneath the smooth skin of her back, gentle but firm, trying to soothe her. "Isadora," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "are you sure you won't regret this?" He wasn't the kind of man anyone should trust easily.
Isadora shook her head insistently, her voice a broken whisper. "No regrets. I just want Magnus to suffer..." Victor arched a brow, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Oh? Someone else still on your mind?" His hand paused, and she felt as if a thousand ants were crawling beneath her skin, the ache unbearable. She gazed up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her lips trembling. "No. There's no one else. Not anymore." There was no room left in her heart for Magnus.
At her words, Victor's hand resumed its slow, comforting strokes along her back. He smiled, his tone teasing, seductive. "Then beg me." Isadora didn't know what to do, only that she needed his touch to ease the burning inside her. She bit her lip, her pleading gaze full of fragile hope. "Victor, please. I want you." A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He rewarded her with a gentle kiss and murmured, "Good girl." She instinctively licked her dry lips, then leaned in close, her sweet breath warm against his ear. "I want to give you my first time." Victor's eyes flashed with sudden intensity, his smile dangerous and wicked. "Alright, darling. I'll make it unforgettable." He took control in an instant, his hand cradling the back of her neck as he captured her mouth in a hungry, urgent kiss. Gone was the tentative gentleness- he devoured her, tasting every inch of her lips, claiming her completely.
Isadora felt herself swept away, as if she were drifting on a tidal wave, lost in the sensation. She pressed herself closer, surrendering to him.
A rush of heat surged through Victor, shattering his usual composure. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
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Within the shadowed car, discarded clothes lay in disarray-her dress and his suit pants tangled together.
Ne m Through the fogged-up windows, only the silhouettes of their entwined bodies could be seen, a portrait of passion and longing. Hours later.
Victor glanced at the bloodstain on his suit pants, his eyes dark and unreadable. He his arms, drapinathered Isadora in his jacket over her to shield her from the night air, and carried her straight into the villa, heading for the bedroom. Afterwards, with his desires finally sated, Victor found unexpected patience. He washed her gently, dried her hair, and tucked her beneath the soft silk sheets.
In the living room, Finley lounged back on the sofa, flipping through a magazine with obvious boredom. When Victor finally emerged from the bedroom now wearing a floral dress shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a cherry-red lipstick mark standing out against his collarbone-Finley pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the clock: it was nearly 10 p.m. He had waited for the prince for five whole hours! Jesus, that was smarathon.
Finley smirked. "Good thing we're out in the middle of nowhere, or the neighbors would've thought the world was ending with that car shaking for hours!"
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