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.

couldn’t quite hear through

deeper kiss. As our mouths moved, I felt Louis tug at my panties, and I opened my legs for him. His breath hitched as he pulled them down, his lips brushing the inside of my thigh—soft and slow—making

hands clutching the sheets. His tongue moved slowly at

his hand cradling my jaw, grounding

Desperation took over.

hands shaking as they reached for his belt, unfastening it with frantic fingers. He tensed but

gaze, my need written across

made Levi lay

ignited between my thighs. Levi’s eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide, a low

to hold back, to be gentle—but I could feel the war within

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

me, Louis hadn’t stopped. His hands were gripping my thighs, spreading me open with delicious possession. His mouth returned to my pussy like he belonged there—his tongue moving with slow, teasing strokes

I whispered,

his breath ragged as I increased my

my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of his body, while Louis’s mouth never stopped licking me

the taste of him. His fingers

hissed, the sound strained,

felt the vibration of it shoot straight through my spine. His tongue moved with purpose now, fast

them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my pussy