The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 305

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“These scars,” she whispered. “Each one is proof that you survived. That you’re still here. With me.”

Caleb’s eyes blazed.

He lowered himself onto her, his body pressing hers into the mattress. She felt the heat of him, the hardness of him, the desperate need that matched her own.

“Iva,” he growled.

“Make love to me,” she begged. “Please.”

He entered her slowly, deliberately, stretching her to her limits. She cried out, her body arching, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He waited, giving her time to adjust, before beginning to move.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Please.”

He gave her what she wanted.

He drove into her with a ferocity that bordered on desperate, each thrust deep and demanding. The bed groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall. Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, ancient and perfect.

“Caleb,” Iva cried. “I’m close-”

“Let go,” he growled. “I have you.”

She shattered, her body convulsing around him, her release crashing over her in waves. He followed her over the edge, his body shuddering with the force of his own climax.

They collapsed together, tangled and panting.

The night stretched on, full of passion and exploration.

Caleb showed her the villa’s hidden treasures-a private grotto with a natural hot spring, a terrace that overlooked the sea, a library filled with ancient books. But they always returned to the bedroom, unable to keep their hands off each other.

He pushed her to her limits, and she pushed him in return.

She surprised him with her boldness, her willingness to explore the forbidden. She tied his hands to the bedposts with silk scarves, her smile wicked as she took control. She teased him, tormented him, brought him to the edge before pulling back.

“Patience,” she whispered, her voice a purr.

Caleb groaned, his body straining against the silk.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.

Iva leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep.

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“Then what a way to go.”

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She knelt above him, her body poised over his, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. She lowered herself onto him slowly, inch by inch, watching his face contort with pleasure. She rode him with abandon, her hips moving in a rhythm that drove him mad.

“Please,” he begged. “Iva, please.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

“Not yet,” she whispered.

She brought him to the edge, then stopped. She made him wait, made him beg, made him desperate.

And when she finally gave him what he wanted, his release was explosive, his roar echoing through the villa.

He took his revenge afterwards, pinning her to the mattress and driving her to heights of pleasure she had never imagined.

His mouth explored every inch of her, his tongue tracing patterns that made her writhe and moan. She could feel his breath against her core, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place. She writhed beneath him, begging for relief, for more, for everything.

“Please, Caleb-”

“Not yet,” he echoed, his voice a growl.

He drove her to the edge, then pulled back. He made her wait, made her beg, made her desperate. He took control in a way that was primal, possessive, all-consuming. His hands moved over her body, claiming every inch of her as his own.

When he finally took her, his knot forming and locking them together, she screamed her release of agony and extasy, her body shuddering with the force of it.

They lay together in the aftermath, still bound, still joined.

Iva traced lazy patterns on his chest, her body humming with satisfaction.

“That was-” she started.

“Intense,” Caleb finished, a slow smile spreading across his face.

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