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“Lennox–oh gods-”
He moved slow, grinding deep, making sure I felt every inch of him. Every stroke pushed me higher. Every roll of his hips had my nails clawing down his back, begging for more. We moved in sync, like we were made for this. Like this was the moment we were always meant for.
“I’ve got you,” he breathed. “Just breathe. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I opened my eyes–and there he was.
“Lennox-”
His lips never stopped moving. From my lips, to my throat, down to my collarbone. His hands followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He took his time. Worshipping. Teasing. Driving me wild with nothing but slow strokes and whispered promises.
His lips curled into a slow smirk. “I came to finish what we started.”
And I didn’t want to stop.
He began to move–slow, careful thrusts that sent shivers down my spine. The pain dulled, replaced by a slow–building pleasure that left me breathless.
I gasped when his mouth finally found my throat, trailing hot, open–mouthed kisses along my skin.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening, his eyes burning. “Say my name like that again, and I might not last.”
I was falling.
Then his mouth ate my pussy.
He saw the uncertainty in my gaze and offered a soft, reassuring smile–one that made the heat between my legs pulse even harder.
I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to calm my racing pulse
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I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please.”
I forgot how to breathe.
He followed seconds later with a deep growl and one last thrust that had stars dancing behind my eyelids.
I swallowed hard. “What are you talking about?”
That was all it took.
And then I nodded.
And I shattered under him–calling his name as the wave crashed over me.
That heat crawling across my
skin.
My lips parted, but no words came out. My breath shuddered as he finally touched me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their wake. His hands were calloused but gentle as they explored me, learning me like a song he already knew by heart.
I gasped as I jolted awake, my heart pounding, my legs still trembling from the
phantom pleasure. My body was damp with sweat. My core throbbed like I’d really just
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Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned, chest bare, dark pants
riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing g
riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing gold, fixed on me with a kind of hunger that made my breath catch.
Olivia’s POV
With my eyes closed, I lay on my bed, trying to get some sleep.
That pull.
“You don’t remember?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We were supposed to finish something off before we were interrupted?”
My body tensed,
I was naked to him, trembling under his gaze–but not from shame.
“Come with me,” he whispered, his hand slipping between us as he massaged my
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clitoris. “Let go for me, Oli.”
He noticed.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my belly, nipping gently at my hip. “And I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
He stood in front of me and began taking off his clothes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes locked with mine, and began to pull them down his hips in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid over his skin like silk, revealing more of him inch by inch. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him- each movement accentuating the carved muscles of his abdomen, the V–cut tapering each movement accentuating th into strong, powerful thighs.
He cut me off with a kiss–not hard or rushed, but deep. Slow. Passionate. His tongue explored my mouth like he was savoring me, and I melted into him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he pressed me gently back onto the bed,
He stepped forward, each movement controlled and slow, like a wolf stalking a prey, only I wasn’t scared. I was burning. And I couldn’t look away.
And then, he stepped free of the pants.
My lips parted in awe.
He kissed down between my thighs, spreading them slowly as his shoulders settled there. My heart thundered.
breath He climbed onto the bed, the mattress‘ dipping under his weight, and my hitched when he caged me between his arms. He didn’t touch me–not yet–but his presence was overwhelming.
Lennox licked me like he had all the time in the world–long, slow strokes of his tongue that had my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to suck, and where to press with just enough pressure to drive me insane. My fingers tangled in his hair, my thighs trembling as he devoured me like I was his favorite meal.
Tears welled in my eyes, not from pain–but from the overwhelming emotion. I clung to him, grounding myself in the warmth of his body.
Our eyes locked.
He slipped the strap of my nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips
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following the path as my dress slid down my body, pooling around my hips.
Our bond hummed in the air between us–thick and real.
From anticipation.
He kissed me again, deeper this time. “You feel like home,” he groaned.
Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
“You smell like you need me,” he whispered against my neck, his voice thick with desire. “And I need to taste every part of you.”
When his mouth reached my breasts, I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his tongue circled my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand toyed with the other breast, and my thighs instinctively clenched together, seeking friction.
The world blurred.
And grinned.
“Lennox?” I sat up slowly, confused but not afraid. “What are you doing here?”
He kissed his way back up, and when he hovered above me again, I could feel how hard he was. How much he needed this too.
His hand slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance. He moved with painful slowness, easing in inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. I cried out at the sting, and he stopped immediately, holding me close.
But I felt it before I saw him.
His cock stood tall between his legs, thick, long, and veined, with a proud curve that made my entire body flush. He was huge. The kind of huge that made my throat dry and
my heart stumble. The ridges of veins traced down his cock, leading to a thick base that promised fullness I’d never known. My eyes lingered, both frightened and fascinated by the sheer size of him.
Lennox.
