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.

my cheek again, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it

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

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

my jaw, grounding me. But I needed more—all

Desperation took over.

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 darkened, his breath catching as I

met his gaze, my need

over and made Levi lay on the

my waist as I straddled him, my body already 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

gentle—but I could feel

between us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate care, savoring

His mouth returned to my pussy like he belonged there—his tongue moving with slow, teasing strokes that had my body

I

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

dipped down, pressing kisses along his jaw, then lower, tracing his chest with my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of

and careful, savoring the taste

hissed, the

purpose now, fast and deep, his hands anchoring

them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my pussy like I was made of starlight and