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.

cock stood tall between his legs, thick, long, and veined, with a proud curve that made my entire body flush. He was huge. The kind of huge that made my throat dry and my heart stumble. The ridges of veins traced down his cock, leading to a

a soft, reassuring smile—one

when he caged

brushing the shell of my ear.

breath shuddered as he finally touched me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their wake. His hands were calloused but gentle as they explored me, learning

gasped when his mouth finally found my

my neck, his voice thick with desire. "And I need to taste every part of

nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips following the path

naked to him, trembling under his gaze—but not

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

my mouth like he was savoring me,

followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He took his time. Worshipping. Teasing. Driving me wild with nothing

escaping my lips as his tongue circled my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other

He noticed.

And grinned.

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

kissed down between my thighs, spreading them slowly as

his mouth

forgot how

me like he had all the time in 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 enough pressure to drive me

"Lennox—oh gods—"

glistening, his eyes burning. "Say my name like that again, and

way back up, and when he hovered above me again, I could feel how hard he was. How much he

wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

was all it

entrance. He moved with painful slowness, easing in inch by

breathed. "Just breathe. I won’t