The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 359

The Fire Within

Iva’s breath came in shallow gasps as Caleb’s finger continued its slow, deliberate exploration, circling the sensitive peak of her n****e through the thin fabric of her gown. Each movement sent jolts of electricity through her body, igniting a fire that spread from her chest to her core. Her skin tingled, her pulse quickened, and she felt the familiar ache of desire building deep within her.

“Caleb,” she whispered, his name a prayer on her lips.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and rough with barely contained desire.

“Yes, my love?”

Iva’s hand found his, guiding it lower, pressing it against the swell of her belly where their child grew.

“I need you,” she breathed. “I need to feel you. All of you.”

Caleb’s eyes darkened with hunger.

He kissed her then, deep and demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth in a rhythm that made her moan. His hands moved over her body, tracing the curves that pregnancy had softened and rounded, worshiping every inch of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “More beautiful every day.”

Iva’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you want me.”

Caleb’s control snapped.

He stripped off her gown with a quick, decisive movement, leaving her bare beneath him. The cool air kissed her heated skin, and she shivered with anticipation.

His lips traced a path down her neck, across her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. He took one n****e into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, and Iva cried out, her back. arching off the bed.

“Caleb-”

“Shh,” he murmured against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned himself between her legs. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, pressing against her core.

She was aching, desperate, ready for him.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of being filled. Iva gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

“I love you,” he said. “I love you more than anything in this world. And I will never stop loving your

Iva’s eyes filled with tears.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “Forever.”

He began to move.

His rhythm was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust a declaration of love. Iva wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her moans mingling with his growls of pleasure.

“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.

Iva felt the pressure building inside her, coiling in her belly like a living thing. She was close, so close, and she could feel that he was close too.

“Together,” she gasped. “Caleb, together.”

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