The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 346

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Claiming You… Again

The door to their chambers had barely closed behind them before Attia’s hands found Lori’s waist, pulling her against him with a hunger that had been building for days. The weight of the past weeks-the trial, the threats, the uncertainty-had finally lifted, leaving behind a raw, desperate need to reconnect, to reaffirm, to claim.

Lori’s breath caught as his lips found her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into his.

“Attia,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes blazing with a fire that made her knees weak.

“I need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I need to feel you. To know you’re mine.”

Lori reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing the strong line of his jaw.

“I’m yours,” she said. “I’ve always been yours, since the moment I met you.”

Attia’s control snapped.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the massive bed in the center of the room. He laid her down on the silk sheets, his body covering hers, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was deep and demanding.

Lori moaned against his lips, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He broke the kiss just long enough to shrug off the fabric, his muscles rippling in the soft candlelight.

Then his hands were on her, sliding beneath her dress, pushing the fabric up her thighs. His fingers found the heat between her legs, and she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

“Please,” she begged. “Attia, please-”

He silenced her with another kiss, his fingers working her with practiced precision, driving her higher and higher until she was trembling on the edge.

“Not yet,” he murmured against her lips. “I want to feel you come undone around me.”

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of him pressing against her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the size of him, and she ached with the need to be filled.

“Now,” she gasped. “Please, now.”

He pushed into her, unable to hold any longer.

Lori cried out, her back arching off the bed. He filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her in a way that made her feel whole. He paused, giving her time to adjust, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

“Never forget this moment,” he said. “Never forget that you are mine, and I am yours. Forever.”

Then he began to move.

His rhythm was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust a declaration of love. Lori clung to him, her nails raking down his back, her moans swallowed by his kisses. The pleasure built inside her, coiling in her belly like a living thing.

“More,” she begged. “Please, more.”

He gave her more.

His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, more desperate. The bed groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall. Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, ancient and perfect.