The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 283

No Turning Back 1-2

“Speak, Lorelei.”

The sound of her full name spoken in that deep, commanding voice-sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t just a name; it was a claim. A declaration. An acknowledgment of everything they were about to become.

She trembled beneath his gaze, her body arching toward him involuntarily. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Yes,” she finally managed, the word barely a whisper, with her face on fire. “Yes, I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

Attia’s eyes flared.

The last vestiges of his control slipped away.

“There is no turning back,” he said, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a growl. “Once we start this, I will not stop. I will not let you go. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her heart pounding. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I understand,” she breathed. “I don’t want to turn back. I want you. Only you.”

He stepped forward.

And then he pushed her back on the bed.

She expected a kiss. A gentle touch. A moment of tenderness before the passion consumed them. She expected him to lower himself onto her, to whisper sweet words against her lips as he made love to her.

Instead, he pushed her onto her back, his hands gripping her waist with an intensity that made her gasp. He looked down at her, his eyes blazing, his breath coming in harsh pants. His hands slid down her body, gripping the thin fabric of her damp shorts.

In a few decisive, almost savage moves, he ripped them away.

The fabric tore like paper.

Lori gasped, her hands flying to cover herself instinctively. But he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.

“Don’t,” he commanded softly. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you. All of you.”

She was exposed.

Naked beneath his hungry gaze.

Lori’s breath came in ragged gasps. Her skin flushed under his scrutiny, a deep pink that spread from her chest to her cheeks. She felt vulnerable, open, completely at his mercy. Every inch of her was on display- the gentle swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the thatch of dark hair between her thighs.

1.3

<No Turning Back 1-?

Claim

Attia’s eyes traveled down her body, taking in every curve, every tremor. His gaze lingered on the slick evidence of her arousal-the glistening heat that betrayed just how much she wanted him. A low growl rumbled from his chest.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So beautiful. So ready. So wet for me.”

Lori whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily She felt empty, aching, desperate to be filled.

He released her wrists and knelt between her legs. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pushed them apart.

And before she could process what was happening, he lowered his mouth to her most intimate place.

The moment his lips made contact with her p***y, Lori’s soul left her body.

A scream tore from her throat-raw, primal, uncontrollable. Her back arched off the bed, her hands flying to his hair, gripping the dark strands as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

His tongue was hot and skilled, tracing patterns against her most sensitive spot that made her see stars behind her closed eyes. He licked and sucked and nipped, driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge of madness.

She bucked against his mouth, her hips grinding against his face. She didn’t care about propriety, didn’t care about dignity, didn’t care about anything except the building pressure coiling in her belly.

“Please,” she begged, her voice broken. “Please, I can’t-I can’t take much more- I don’t know…”

He didn’t stop.

He doubled his efforts, his tongue circling her clit with devastating precision. His fingers pressed against her entrance, sliding inside her slick heat, curling against a spot that made her see white.

She felt herself shattering, felt the pleasure cresting like a wave that would drown her completely.

And unexpectedly, she suddenly came with a scream.

The orgasm crashed through her like lightning, white-hot and blinding. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame. Attia drank in her release, his tongue lapping at her, prolonging the pleasure, drawing out every last shudder.

When she finally collapsed against the sheets, trembling and gasping, he lifted his head.

His lips were wet with her arousal. His eyes were wild, almost feral. His chest heaved with ragged breaths.

“This is only the beginning,” he said, his voice a growl.

He rose over her, positioning himself between her legs. She could feel the heat of him, the heavy length of him pressing against her core after he removed his trousers. He was enormous, thick and long, and for a moment, fear flickered in her eyes.

Attia saw it.

He paused, his forehead pressing against hers.

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