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.

I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it in his

I gasped and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. As our mouths moved, I felt Louis tug at

it most, I cried out, arching into him, my hands clutching the sheets. His tongue moved slowly at first, then with growing urgency,

collarbone, his hand cradling my jaw, grounding me. But I needed more—all

Desperation took over.

lips from Levi’s, my hands shaking as they reached for his belt, unfastening it with frantic fingers. He tensed but didn’t stop me. His eyes

gaze, my need written across every inch of

I flipped us over and made Levi lay on the bed while I

already aching, trembling from the heat Louis had ignited between my thighs. Levi’s eyes locked onto mine,

gentle—but I could feel the war within him. Just like the

him, slow and deep, tasting his restraint. My hands moved between us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as I began to

possession. His mouth returned to my pussy like he belonged there—his tongue moving with slow, teasing strokes that had my body jerking in response. Every nerve in

Moon Goddess..." I whispered, my voice

hands tightened on my hips, his breath ragged as I increased my pace in

tracing his chest with my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of his

and careful, savoring the taste

Olivia," he hissed, the sound

groaned behind me, and I felt the vibration of it shoot straight through my spine. His tongue moved with purpose now, fast and deep, his hands anchoring

them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking