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.

and my heart stumble. The ridges of veins traced down his cock, leading to a thick base that promised fullness I’d never known. My eyes

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

the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and my breath hitched when

my ear.

out. My 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

found my throat, trailing hot,

me," he whispered against my neck, his voice thick with desire. "And I need to taste every part

slipped the strap of my nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips following the path as my dress slid

to him, trembling under

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

but deep. Slow. Passionate. His tongue explored my mouth like he was savoring me, and I melted into him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he pressed me gently back onto

stopped moving. From my lips, to my throat, down to my collarbone. His hands followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He took his

reached my breasts, I 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

He noticed.

And grinned.

gently at my hip. "And I haven’t even gotten to

kissed down between my thighs, spreading them slowly as his

mouth

how

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 insane. My fingers tangled in his hair, my

"Lennox—oh gods—"

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

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

wrapped my legs around his waist,

was all it

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

breathe. I won’t move until you’re