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

a soft, reassuring smile—one that made the heat between my legs pulse

onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and my breath hitched when he caged me between his arms. He didn’t

my ear. "We were supposed to

came out. My breath shuddered as he finally touched me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their wake. His hands were

finally found my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed

whispered against my neck, his voice thick

then the other, his lips following the path

to him, trembling under his

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

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

my lips, to my throat, down to my collarbone. His hands followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He took his time. Worshipping. Teasing. Driving me wild

nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand toyed with the other breast, and my thighs instinctively clenched together,

He noticed.

And grinned.

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

slowly as his

his mouth ate my

how to

slow strokes of his tongue that had my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to suck,

"Lennox—oh gods—"

up at me, his lips glistening, his eyes burning. "Say my name like that again, and

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

around his waist, pulling him closer.

all it

painful slowness, easing in inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. I cried out at

breathe.