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.

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,

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

when

shell of my ear. "We were supposed to finish something

me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their wake. His hands were calloused but gentle as they explored me, learning me like a song he already knew

my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my

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

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

him, trembling under

From anticipation.

"Lennox—"

tongue explored my mouth like he was savoring me, and I melted into

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

circled my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand toyed with the other breast,

He noticed.

And grinned.

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

them slowly as

his mouth

how to

off the bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to suck, and where to press with just enough pressure to drive me insane.

"Lennox—oh gods—"

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

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

around his

was all it

guiding himself to my entrance. He moved with painful slowness, easing in inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. I cried out at the

got you," he breathed. "Just breathe. I