The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 181

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He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her. His thumb never stopped its relentless circling, and the pleasure built inside her like a wave.

“I’m not going to last,” she gasped.

“Good. I want to feel you come apart.”

He curled his fingers inside her, found the spot that made her see stars, and pressed.

Iva shattered.

The orgasm crashed through her like thunder, her body convulsing around his fingers, her cries echoing off the stone walls. Caleb worked her through it, not stopping until the last tremor faded and she lay boneless

beneath him.

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her.

Iva watched, mesmerized, as he closed his eyes and savored her.

“Delicious,” he murmured.

Then he positioned himself above her.

The head of him pressed against her entrance, hot and insistent, and Iva’s breath caught. He held there, not pushing, just waiting.

“Look at me,” he said.

She did.

He pushed inside her.

Slow. Inch by inch. Stretching her, filling her, claiming her. The bond between them blazed to life, burning brighter with every inch he sank into her heat. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, they both groaned.

Caleb didn’t move.

He stayed there, deep inside her, his forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling.

“You feel like home,” he whispered.

Then he began to move.

Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and curve of him. He pulled out almost completely and then pushed back in, watching her face, learning what made her gasp and what made her moan and what made her dig her nails into his shoulders.

The pace quickened.

Not rough. Not desperate. Just… more. More depth. More speed. More of everything.

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Iva wrapped her legs around his wälst, pulling him deeper, and Caleb groaned against her throat.

“Goddess, Iva.”

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She could feel him elimbing toward the edge. Could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way his thrusts became sharper, more focused. But he held back.

“Let go,” she breathed. “I want to feel you.”

His control snapped.

He drove into her harder, faster, his hand fisting in her hair, his mouth finding her shoulder. The pleasure was blinding, consuming, too much and not enough all at once.

And then, to her surprise, he bit her.

His teeth sank into the curve where her neck met her shoulder-the same place he had marked her before with the engagement bond. But this time was different. This time, the bond roared in response, and the pain mixed with pleasure until Iva couldn’t tell them apart.

The mark blazed to life.

And something inside Iva… shifted.

Her consciousness blurred at the edges. Something rose up from the depths of her-something wild, something ancient.

Avalon.

Her beast.

She had never felt her like this. Not with claws and fangs and a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

Avalon wanted.

Avalon wanted to claim. To mark. To bite.

Before Iva could stop herself-before she even wanted to stop her teeth found Caleb’s neck.

She sank her fangs into the junction of his throat and shoulder.

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