Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 369

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.

"Olivia..." Louis breathed, his forehead pressed to mine. "I love you. Only you."

He 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 spot inside me, dragging me higher and higher.

"Louis—please..." I whimpered, clawing at his back.

His composure cracked, just barely. His pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants against my ear as his thrusts grew harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the steam-heavy air.

When his hand slipped between us, circling my clit with devastating precision, my body broke apart again. My cry was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through my climax, his hips driving into me until he finally let go too, his groan low and rough as he spilled inside me.

For a moment, he held me there, still joined, his arms strong and steady, his breath hot against my skin. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away immediately. He just stayed inside me, whispering softly, "You’re ours."

I smiled faintly and kissed him again, my lips lingering on his as his warmth surrounded me. Louis kissed me 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 hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me close.

When Louis finally pulled back, his lips lingering on mine, he didn’t rush. His hand cradled the back of my head, keeping me close. For once, there was no hurry, no fire—just his warmth surrounding me, holding me together.

Before I could even catch my breath, Lennox’s strong arms scooped me up, carrying me out of the steam and back toward the waiting tub. Levi was already there, sleeves rolled up, filling it with warm water that smelled faintly of herbs.

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