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.

what she was doing to me. Unexpectedly, she shifted off me, turning around until her back faced me. She climbed over again, straddling me with deliberate slowness, and the look she threw

back, and she began to move. She groaned, her head tilting back, her hair brushing against my jaw as I dragged her hips down harder,

chest to her back, my mouth finding the side of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp.

damn part

I pulled back

waist before gripping her tighter. The bed shook beneath us, the sound of her breath mixing with

me—then faster, harder, until the mattress squealed beneath us. Every drop drove my cock deep, the slick, obscene sound of her taking me

hand up her stomach, feeling the jump of her muscles under my palm, before closing it over her breast. I squeezed hard, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she arched into me with a sharp gasp. Her head tipped back against my

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 she was bouncing. The

grazing her skin. "Take it.

Her breath was breaking apart, her 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 a sharp cry. Her pussy walls clamped down

buried inside her, holding her pinned to me while she trembled, both of us breathing hard, her

gasping, her hair damp and sticking to her neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her there, still

sharp creak of hinges

The door swung open.