Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 323: Apology Sex?

Lennox’s POV

Her hips began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that had every nerve in my body standing at attention. I let her set the pace, watching the way her breath hitched each time she sank down, the way her lashes fluttered when she felt me deeper.

"You’re doing well," I murmured, my voice low, rough, laced with pride and heat. "Better than well... almost like you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have."

A faint, breathless laugh escaped her, but it melted into a gasp as my hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly and urging her into a sharper rhythm. Her body responded instantly, each movement drawing a deeper sound from her throat.

She was still impossibly tight around me, each shift and roll stealing the air from my lungs and making me grip her ass harder.

"Still... so perfect," I breathed, leaning in to brush my lips over hers, teasing at the kiss without giving it fully. "Like the first time... only now you know exactly how to drive me mad."

Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression dazed with pleasure as I held her tighter, my hands cupping and guiding her. When I caught her lower lip between my teeth, she gave a small cry—half frustration, half desire—and crashed her mouth to mine, kissing me like she wanted to brand me with the taste of her.

I jerked upward as I fucked up my own pace.

"Len..." she moaned out my name in a loud voice as I increased my pace, thrusting upward. Her eyes were interlocked with mine, and I could see the pleasure in her.

she shifted off me, turning around until her back faced me. She climbed over again, straddling me with deliberate slowness, and the look

began to move. She groaned, her head tilting back, her hair brushing against my jaw as I dragged her hips down harder, forcing her to take every bit of me. My hands locked around her, fingers digging into her skin as I drove her at a

biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tried to move on her own, testing me, but I

Every damn part of

she made when I rolled my hips up into her nearly broke my restraint. I pulled back slightly, watching the way she moved against me,

yanked her back, making her arch into me, my hands sliding over the curve of her waist before gripping her tighter. The bed shook beneath us, the sound of

beneath us. Every drop drove my cock deep, the slick, obscene sound of her taking me filling the air. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging in as

fingers until she arched into me with a sharp gasp. Her head tipped back against my shoulder, hair spilling over

didn’t slow. If anything, she slammed down faster, her hips hitting mine with a wet, relentless rhythm. My other hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit and working it in tight, ruthless circles that matched the pace

rasped, my mouth grazing her skin. "Take it.

movements losing their rhythm. She was cumming. I caught her tight, yanking her flush against me, locking her in place while I drove up into her hard, deep, and passionate until she came with

she trembled,

collapsed back against my chest, gasping, her hair damp and sticking to her neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her there, still buried deep, still

of hinges cut through

The door swung open.