The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 285

No Turning Back II-2

He pushed into her.

Lori gasped from pain.

The sensation was overwhelming-a burning stretch that bordered on unbearable. He was so big, so thick, and her body struggled to accommodate him. She felt tears prick at her eyes, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

Every inch of him.

Attia paused, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. His jaw was tight, his muscles strained, his breath coming in harsh pants against her lips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she could see the almost savage effort it took for him not to simply take her.

“Breathe,” he commanded softly, his voice strained. “Breathe, little one.”

She obeyed, inhaling deeply, letting her body adjust to his size. She felt every inch of him, every pulse of his heartbeat through his shaft. The fullness was overwhelming, almost too much, and yet she craved more. She craved all of him.

He waited, patient despite the obvious strain in his muscles, the tremble in his powerful arms. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, murmuring soft words of encouragement against her skin.

“Almost there,” he whispered. “You’re taking me so well. So perfect. My perfect little mate.”

She relaxed around him, her body accepting him fully. The pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that made her moan.

Then he began to move.

Slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. He watched her face, reading her expressions, adjusting his rhythm to her responses. When her eyes fluttered shut, he slowed. When she moaned, he sped up. When she gasped, he went deeper, finding angles that made her see stars.

Soon they found a rhythm-a primal dance that drove them both higher. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. He growled, a low, possessive sound that vibrated through her entire body.

“More,” she gasped, her voice desperate, forgetting any shyness. “Please-more-”

And, he gave her more.

He drove into her harder, faster, his rhythm becoming wild and desperate. The bed groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall. Their bodies slapped together in a rhythm that was primal, ancient, perfect. The sound of their passion filled the room-wet and obscene and utterly beautiful.

The heat inside her built again, coiling in her belly like a living thing. She could feel herself approaching the

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edge, feel the release building, threatening to consume her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails Teaving crescent moons in his skin.

“Attia-” she cried, her voice breaking. I can’t I’m going to-”

“Let go,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let go, Lorelei. I have you.”

She did.

She shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, white-hot and blinding. Her body arched off the bed, a scream torn from her throat. She clenched around him, squeezing him, pulling him deeper into her.

Attia followed her over the edge, unable to keep himself back.

A guttural roar tore from his lips as he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapsed against her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his face buried in her neck.

They lay there, tangled and panting, their hearts pounding in unison.

The silence that followed was thick, heavy, sacred.

Lori’s entire body was trembling-from the intensity, from the passion, from the sheer overwhelming reality of what had just happened. She felt tears on her cheeks, but she wasn’t sad. She was overwhelmed.

Attia lifted his head, his dark eyes searching her face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough with concern,

Lori nodded, a watery smile on her lips.

“I’m more than okay,” she whispered. “I’m… I’m yours.”/

Attia’s expression softened. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips.

“You are,” he murmured against her mouth. “And I am yours.”

But he didn’t pull out.

He stayed inside her, his body still intertwined with hers, his warmth surrounding her. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, and she felt safe. Complete. Whole.

Then she felt something else.

His lips on her neck, kissing her, his lips searching for something.

She stiffened, her eyes widening. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Attia?”

He didn’t answer.

His teeth grazed her skin, and she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. Her heart began to race, pounding against her ribs, in tension and a bit of panic.

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