Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 59

Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Chapter 58: Tasting Me

Olivia's POV

That was all Louis needed.

In an instant, he pulled me by the waist, his grip desperate and possessive, and crashed his lips against mine. I gasped as his mouth devoured mine, hot and urgent, like he'd been starved of me for years. His kiss was wild—raw, needy—and I melted into it before I could even think.

His hands slid down, squeezing my ass firmly, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His sweat-slicked body pressed against my naked skin, burning hot, every line of muscle rubbing against me and making me shudder. His hardness pressed against my stomach, throbbing and unrelenting, and I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He growled low in his throat, like he was losing what little control he had left, and suddenly—without warning—he scooped me up in his arms. I barely had time to gasp before he tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced lightly on the mattress, breathless, dazed.

Louis stood at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes glued to me like I was a feast and he a starving beast.

Our eyes locked.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. His gaze never left mine. His fingers worked the buckle loose with practiced ease, and the quiet clink of metal sent a tremor through me.

"Don't look away," he said, his voice rough, thick with lust. "I want you to watch."

And I did.

Helplessly.

The belt slipped free, falling to the floor with a dull thud. Louis's hands went to the button of his pants, and with one swift motion, he undid it and dragged the zipper down. My heart thundered as he pushed the fabric down his hips, letting both his pants and boxers fall to the ground.

And there he was—naked.

like this. I remembered catching a glimpse of him once at the combat grounds, just before he shifted into his wolf form. But

My breath caught.

with the force of his need. My mouth went dry at the sheer size—long, wide, with a perfect curve that made my thighs instinctively clench. It was almost intimidating.

tear my

cheeks burned, heat pooling between my legs. I didn't know whether to

the hell did Anita take not just him, but

aura. And apparently…

Anita,

watching me closely—his eyes dark and stormy, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. A

"I'm not fucking you."

swallowed hard and nodded faintly, unable

felt so wanted… so owned…

mattress dipping under his weight. His sweat-slicked body hovered over mine, radiating heat and pure need. He looked like a man on the brink of madness—but still holding on… for

trails of fire across my skin. I gasped when his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking gently at first—then with a hunger that made my back arch off the bed. His tongue flicked and circled while one hand cupped my other breast, kneading it with worshipful

between kisses.

kissed down my stomach, slow and deliberate, each press of his lips leaving sparks in their wake. I trembled beneath him, both nervous and aching with anticipation. When he reached the inside of my thighs, he spread them gently,

up to mine,

"I know no one's ever tasted you

My breath hitched.

said, voice thick with emotion. "Because I have dreamt of

he lowered his

stolen. All that existed was his mouth and the overwhelming waves of pleasure he gave me with it. Slow at

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