Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 285: Just The Tip

Olivia’s POV

Levi’s kiss deepened, slow at first, then laced with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His hands framed my face, gentle yet possessive. Louis’s presence pressed in next, his scent wrapping around me like smoke and spice. He came closer, his hand brushing over my arm, then trailing down to my waist. His touch was firmer, bolder, and it made my breath hitch.

"You’re burning up," he murmured, his voice husky.

"I know," I whispered, trembling between them. "Please... don’t stop."

Levi’s lips traced a path down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. Louis leaned in from the other side, his fingers brushing over the straps of my dress before sliding them down, exposing my shoulders to the cool air.

They were working in sync, wordless but connected—like they’d done this a thousand times in dreams they never admitted.

Louis kissed the curve of my shoulder while Levi’s hands caressed my thighs through the thin fabric of my dress. My skin tingled under every touch and every breath they took around me.

My dress slipped lower. I didn’t stop them.

They touched me like I was sacred—like they needed to memorize every inch before I disappeared again. Soft lips. Strong hands. Gentle pressure.

They worshipped me.

down, lips brushing over my stomach. Levi cupped my cheek again, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it in his tone.

I felt Louis tug at my panties, and I opened my legs for him. His breath hitched as he pulled them down, his lips

I cried out, arching into him, my hands clutching the sheets. His tongue moved slowly at first,

cradling my jaw, grounding me.

Desperation took over.

reached for his belt, unfastening it with frantic fingers. He tensed but didn’t stop me. His eyes darkened,

my need written across every inch

I flipped us over and made Levi lay on the bed

aching, trembling from the heat Louis had ignited between my thighs. Levi’s eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide, a low growl rumbling in his chest as I settled against him. His arousal pressed hot and hard against my aching

was tense—trying to hold back, to be gentle—but I could

us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as

delicious possession. His mouth returned to my pussy like he

I whispered,

his breath ragged as I

his chest with my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of his body, while Louis’s

savoring the taste of him. His fingers curled into the sheets, his

he hissed, the

my spine. His tongue moved with purpose now, fast and deep, his hands anchoring me in place as the two of them—gods—the two of them unraveled me

One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my