"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 t
