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.

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 thick base that promised fullness I’d never known.

saw the uncertainty in my gaze and offered a soft, reassuring smile—one

bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and my breath hitched when he caged me between his arms. He didn’t touch me—not yet—but

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

neck, his voice thick with desire. "And I need to taste

the strap of my nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips following

naked to him, trembling

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

explored my mouth like he was savoring me,

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

my breasts, I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his tongue circled my nipple

He noticed.

And grinned.

murmured, trailing kisses down my belly, nipping gently

slowly as his

his mouth

how to

knew exactly where to touch, where to suck, and where to press with just

"Lennox—oh gods—"

glistening, his eyes burning. "Say

and when he hovered above me again, I could feel how hard he was. How much he needed this

his waist, pulling him

all it

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

you," he breathed. "Just breathe. I won’t move until you’re