Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 314: What Do You Want

Levi’s POV

Before I could respond or react, she went for the zipper of my jeans, but I caught her hand and shook my head. A small frown spread across her face, and I smirked.

"You said you want me to make love to you, right?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yes."

I smiled. "Then let me do all the actions tonight..."

Unexpectedly, like the blink of an eye, I found myself and Olivia in my personal room. She smirked at me. "The weather is hot... We should take a cold shower," she said seductively.

I raised a brow. "As my lady commands."

Slowly, I stepped behind her, my hands coming up to the zipper of her gown. My fingers grazed her back as I tugged it down, the silky fabric parting with ease.

"You’re breathtaking," I murmured, letting my lips brush the curve of her shoulder as the gown slipped from her body and pooled at her feet.

Wearing only a lacy slip underneath, Olivia turned to face me, her skin glowing beneath the sunlight streaming into the room through the window. A playful smirk curved her lips as she took a slow, teasing step back.

Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and let the thin straps of her slip fall from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked before me.

My breath caught, my eyes lingering greedily over the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips.

fuck!

body was so irresistible and

turned and walked toward the bathroom. She didn’t

on the shower, letting cold water cascade

working the buttons of my shirt. I

the stream of water, letting it glide down her body as she watched me with

hers. My hands slid up her sides, gripping her

in a deep, searing kiss. My tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. My hands roamed her slick skin, memorizing every dip and

down her jaw, my lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck. I sucked gently before biting down, just enough to make her gasp. My hands slid lower, gripping her thighs, lifting her slender but curvy form effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around my

the cool tiles, my mouth trailing lower, kissing a

lips found her most sensitive spot, and I wasted no time worshipping her. My tongue flicked, teased, and licked with practiced skill, drawing breathless moans from

gray. "Fuck," I muttered. "I’ve been

hair tightly, trying to still her

another finger into her pussy, and she moaned out loud but slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle

she threw her head back, her

stood abruptly, my lips capturing hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. With effortless strength, I carried her from the shower, our

desire as I laid her down on the bed.

of possession

her nails raking down

want me