"Say it again."
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"Yours, Caleb. Only yours."
His control shattered.
He took her with a ferocity that left no room for thought, no space for anything but sensation. His hips drove into her relentlessly, each stroke deeper than the last, harder than the last, more desperate than the last. The hand in her hair tightened. The arm around her waist locked like iron. He held her in place and took what was his, and Iva gave it freely, gladly, completely.
The pleasure built like a storm tide, rising higher and higher until she was drowning in it. She could feel him climbing too, feel the tension coiling in his muscles, feel the ragged edge of his control fraying to nothing.
Then she felt something else.
Something different.
He was swelling inside her. Growing thicker,
