Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 277: Finish What We Started

Olivia’s POV

With my eyes closed, I lay on my bed, trying to get some sleep.

But I felt it before I saw him.

That pull.

That heat crawling across my skin.

I opened my eyes—and there he was.

Lennox.

Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned, chest bare, dark pants riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing gold, fixed on me with a kind of hunger that made my breath catch.

"Lennox?" I sat up slowly, confused but not afraid. "What are you doing here?"

His lips curled into a slow smirk. "I came to finish what we started."

I swallowed hard. "What are you talking about?"

He stepped forward, each movement controlled and slow, like a wolf stalking a prey, only I wasn’t scared. I was burning. And I couldn’t look away.

He stood in front of me and began taking off his clothes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes locked with mine, and began to pull them down his hips in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid over his skin like silk, revealing more of him inch by inch. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him—each movement accentuating the carved muscles of his abdomen, the V-cut tapering into strong, powerful thighs.

And then, he stepped free of the pants.

My lips parted in awe.

my throat dry and my heart stumble. The ridges of veins traced down his cock, leading to a thick base

uncertainty in my gaze and offered a soft, reassuring smile—one that made the heat between my

breath hitched when he caged me between his arms. He didn’t touch me—not yet—but his

murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "We were supposed to

as he finally touched me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their

when his mouth finally found my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along

my neck, his voice thick with desire. "And I

my nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips following the path as my dress slid down my body, pooling

to him, trembling under

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

mouth like he was savoring me, and I melted into him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he pressed me gently back onto the

His hands followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He

arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his tongue circled my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand toyed with the other breast, and my

He noticed.

And grinned.

kisses down my belly, nipping gently at my hip. "And I haven’t even gotten to the

down between my thighs, spreading them slowly as his shoulders

his mouth ate

forgot how

the world—long, slow strokes of his tongue that had my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to suck, and where to press with just

"Lennox—oh gods—"

at me, his lips glistening, his eyes burning. "Say my name like that again, and I might not

when he hovered above me again, I could feel how hard he

my legs around his

was all

by inch, giving me time to

he breathed. "Just breathe. I won’t move