The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 180

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Iva’s fingers trembled as she reached for the hem. She pulled the dress over her head and let it fall to the floor, standing before him in nothing but a thin undergarment and the pulse pounding between her thighs.

Caleb’s eyes darkened.

“All of it.”

She pulled the undergarment off.

The air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps across her arms. But she wasn’t cold. Not with the way he was looking at her. His gaze was a physical thing, tracing every curve, every shadow, every place where her body blushed under his attention.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

He stepped toward her, and then his hands were on her skin.

He started at her shoulders. His palms glided down her arms, over the sensitive skin of her inner elbows, to her wrists. He lifted her hands and pressed kisses to each palm, his lips warm and soft and reverent.

Then he let go and started again.

This time, his fingers traced her collarbone. Feather-light. Following the elegant curve of bone from one shoulder to the other, dipping into the hollow of her throat. She shivered.

“Sensitive here?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak.

He did it again. Slower. His fingertips barely grazing her skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. Iva’s breath came faster.

His hands moved lower.

He cupped her breasts, his palms warm and rough against the soft swell of them. His thumbs found her n*****s-already peaked, already aching-and circled them slowly. Once. Twice. Three times.

Iva moaned without realising.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Let me hear you.”

He bent his head and took one n****e into his mouth.

The sensation was electric. His tongue circled the tight peak while his thumb worked the other, and Iva’s head fell back, her hands flying to his shoulders for support. He sucked gently at first, then harder, and she

cried out.

“So responsive,” he murmured against her skin. “I could spend hours here. Just tasting you. Just listening to the sounds you make.”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. The same devotion. Iva’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there, afraid he might stop.

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He didn’t stop.

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His mouth left her breast and travelled lower. Across her ribs. Down her stomach. His tongue traced the sensitive dip of her belly button, and she gasped.

Caleb looked up at her from between her breasts, his eyes nearly black with desire.

“Lay down,” he said.

She didn’t argue. She couldn’t. Her legs were barely holding her upright.

She lay back on the bed, the sheets soft beneath her, her hair spreading across the pillows.

Caleb stood at the foot of the bed and removed his own clothes.

Piece by piece. Slowly. Giving her time to watch.

His shirt came off first, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, the dark hair that trailed down his abdomen and disappeared beneath his waistband. Iva’s mouth went dry.

He unfastened his pants and let them fall.

He was magnificent. Thick and long and already hard, the evidence of his desire impossible to ignore. Iva’s body responded instinctively-a rush of heat between her thighs, a clenching deep inside, a desperate ache for him to fill her.

But Caleb didn’t rush.

He climbed onto the bed and settled beside her, propped on one elbow, looking down at her like she was something precious.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You.”

“Where?”

Everywhere. “Inside me.” she replied with a pink blush.

“Soon.” His hand traced down her stomach, through the curls between her thighs. “But first…”

His fingers found her.

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