Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 369: Leaving

Olivia’s POV

He didn’t smirk like Levi, nor did he growl like Lennox. He just stood there in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, watching the scene before him. But the heat in his gaze was undeniable. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle, my core clench with need all over again.

"You couldn’t wait for me," he said softly, his voice calm, but beneath it, I could hear the strain, the restraint barely holding him together.

"Louis..." I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body trembling from the pleasurable feelings Lennox and Levi had already unleashed on me.

He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, controlled, as though fighting every instinct to simply take. His hand came to my cheek, warm, steady, grounding. He brushed his thumb across my lips, his eyes locked on mine.

"Let me," he murmured. Not a demand, not a tease—just a promise.

And when I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn’t a crashing, desperate kiss like Lennox’s, nor a taunting one like Levi’s. It was deep, consuming, tender in its slowness—yet somehow it set me ablaze. His mouth moved against mine with reverence, savoring me, tasting me as if I were his salvation.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands beneath my thighs and lifted me effortlessly from the counter. I gasped against his lips as he carried me toward the wall, pressing me gently but firmly against it. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body arching to him, craving more.

When he finally entered me, it wasn’t with a harsh thrust—it was slow, deliberate, inch by inch, filling me completely. A moan spilled from my throat, tears pricking my eyes at the overwhelming sensation.

forehead pressed to mine. "I

moved slowly at first, each stroke long, deep, measured. His control was maddening, drawing out the pleasure until my body shook with the need for more. Every roll of his hips stroked that aching

clawing at

barely. His pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants against my ear

swallowed by his mouth as he kissed

arms strong and steady, his breath hot against my skin. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away immediately. He just stayed

back slowly, tenderly, like he had all the time in the world, like I wasn’t already trembling from being claimed over and over. His

lingering on mine, he didn’t rush. His hand cradled the back of my head, keeping me close. For once, there was no

out of the steam and back

Levi murmured, his hands surprisingly gentle as he guided me

warm water over my hair, his touch slow and steady. Louis was on my right, carefully wiping

the three of them cared

wrapped me in a thick towel and lifted me to my feet. Louis pressed a kiss

on the table—warm bread, eggs, and fruit.

their eyes never left me. Every bite I took, every sip

I finally set my fork down, I looked at the three of them, my chest tight. "I need to go home," I said softly. "I need to change. And after that..." I swallowed

hand fisted against the table. Louis’s gaze