His first thrust was gentle, as if he was learning me, memorizing every reaction, every sound that left my lips. The discomfort dulled quickly, replaced by growing pleasure that curled hot and low in my belly.
“Tell me, baby girl, how do you want it?” he asked… suddenly inserting two fingers inside me while I gasped. “Soft and gentle? A bit faster? Or…” His smirk deepened. “Do you want my favorite?” (1
“Fuck,” Levi rasped, his breath hot against my shoulder. “You feel… incredible.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he whispered against my mouth. “But I’ll be gentle… at first.”
And then, without warning, Levi pulled out.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Levi groaned into my ear, voice wrecked. “So perfect. I can’t hold back anymore…”
He guided himself to my entrance, rubbing gently against me before beginning to push in.
Levi sucked a deep breath and whispered into my ear. “This… was the best sex of my life.” I blushed, though I was still in a haze.
Louis’s hand trailed lower, his fingers expertly finding my clit, rubbing in slow, tantalizing circles. My body jolted at the added stimulation, the dual sensations overwhelming. I gasped, arching into Levi as the pleasure mounted fast-too fast.
Show me.”
I nodded slowly, my heart thudding.
My wolf stirred again, moaning with me, pushing against the bond, hungry for more. We both stilled.
Louis’s fingers didn’t stop-they moved in perfect rhythm, circling my clit, coaxing more pleasure from me, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips moved instinctively, meeting Levi’s rhythm, matching the unrelenting pressure of his thrusts. Levi shifted beside me, still close, his hand gently resting over my stomach.
I let out a shaky breath. “You can move.”
His hand slid between my thighs, not rushing me, but feeling the way I pulsed-still sensitive, still aching. When his fingers brushed my clit, I arched into him instinctively, a broken sound escaping me.
As Lennox finally pulled back, his lips brushing mine in a final kiss, my body trembled with aftershocks. I barely had time to catch my breath before Levi was there, positioning himself into the space between my thighs.
When he entered me again, it was from behind, deeper, the angle more intense. I gasped sharply, my hand flying out to grip the sheets, but Lennox was already there, leaning in to kiss me, swallowing my cry with a slow, tender press of his lips.
Louis returned to my front, brushing kisses along my neck, his hand finding my breast and teasing my already-sensitive skin.
“One more to go,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made my skin tingle. I was sore, drained… but the way he looked at me made my body react before I could think. My thighs tightened involuntarily, my breath catching.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice lower now, rougher.
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I was still trembling, sore and sensitive from Lennox, but the way Levi looked at me made me feel like I could take anything. Like I wanted to.
Levi moved with steady control behind me, each thrust making my breath hitch. His hand slid around to clutch my waist, holding me tight against him. The sensation of being surrounded, touched, cherished from all sides-it was too much, and not enough. I felt like I was unraveling, every nerve on fire.
But he didn’t answer with words. Louis shifted away from my side, giving Levi room as he moved behind me. I felt the mattress shift, then the warmth of Levi’s chest pressing against my back. His hand lifted my leg gently, draping it over his as he nestled against me once more.
But Levi… Levi was everything in that moment.
His forehead dropped to mine, sweat beading at his temple as he tried to stay still, his body trembling with restraint. I felt stretched, full, but not overwhelmed. His presence was different-soothing and burning all at once.
“Gods, Olivia,” Levi groaned, his voice shaking. “You’re sight.”
His lips found mine in a kiss that started slow, but deepened quickly-hungry, desperate, and full of heat. He kissed like he was claiming me, branding me from the inside out. And I kissed him back, my hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring myself to him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured again, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Just a little more…”
His usual playfulness was gone, replaced by something intense. Reverent. As though I were a gift he had waited his entire life to unwrap.
Olivia’s POV
“Hi,” I breathed, my heart still racing.
“Olivia…”
Louis leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
The air seemed to shift. Louis exhaled slowly, as though trying to control himself. His jaw flexed, and when he leaned in again, his lips barely brushed mine.
Louis smirked as if he knew he already had an effect on me.
Levi’s lips brushed my ear. “You feel like heaven,” he whispered. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
His hand stilled between my thighs, his eyes searching mine as he hovered over me. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the heat of his skin pressed against mine. There was so much in his gaze-desire, reverence, and something deeper, something that made my chest ache.
“What’s… your favorite?” I moaned out. “I want to try something new. I want your favorite.”
I clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as I breathed through the tension, trying to focus on the warmth of his breath on my neck, the softness in his gaze.
I blinked up at him, breathless and dazed, confused by the sudden absence. “W-What…?”
I moaned, my pussy clenching around Louis’s fingers.
“Shh, baby,” he whispered against my mouth, his hand cupping my cheek. “We’ve got you.”
“Louis,” he said quietly, concern etched into his features. “No. Not now. She can’t take it.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. “I’ve waited for this. For you.”
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing my hair away from my face, his thumb trailing softly down my cheek.
My breath hitched.
My moans grew louder with each of Levi’s deepening thrusts. The way he moved inside me was worshipful, yet intense-every motion deliberate, every sound that tore from my throat matched by his low groans. Our eyes remained locked, even as everything around us blurred into heat and sensation.
It wasn’t as painful as it had been with Lennox-my body was already stretched and slick-but the discomfort was still there. I winced, gasping softly as he inched deeper, his movements slow, patient. arched into him, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper. He responded with a soft growl, thrusting harder, deeper, his pace gradually building.
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Once I was fully inside, I paused again, savoring the feel of her wrapped around me. Then I began to move, slow thrusts building a rhythm, her gasps and soft moans driving me insane.
She whimpered, trying to shift closer.
Her whole body quaked as the echoing through the room as she pressed against my face, unable to stop the waves that wracked her.
2, loud and unrestrained, her cry
Her whisper-breathless, trembling-ripped the last thread of restraint from me. I gripped her thighs gently and eased forward, letting the head of my length nudge at her entrance. She was soaked. Warm. Tight.
She screamed my name, her nails digging into my skin, and I spanked her thighs sharply, watching her tremble with every motion.
I held her through it, licking her harder.
Her breath hitched.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I praised softly.
Levi and Lennox leaned in, each taking one of her breasts into their mouths. She arched, overwhelmed, her hands clutching them for balance as their mouths worshipped her. Her moans came faster now, tangled with my name and theirs.
Then I thrust in deep.
Her hands gripped the bed, her nails digging into the covers, her body trembling like a live wire.
“Look at me,” I whispered, and she did. She looked so beautiful, breathless, and satisfied.
“Great,” she said breathlessly.
I gripped her thighs, steadying her, and the moment her pussy came in contact with my face, I felt her shudder, but I didn’t give her the time-I brought out my tongue and licked her pussy.
I slowly pulled out of her, careful not to jolt her overworked body. Her breath hitched. her thighs trembling slightly. The moment I moved beside her, she reached up and pulled me in for a soft, lingering kiss-slow, messy, full of emotion. Her lips were warm and tender.
I blindfolded her with care, tying the knot just tight enough to keep her in the dark. The moment her vision was gone, her other senses lit up-her lips parted, her breathing deepened. She was already slipping into that headspace, giving herself over to me completely.
“You okay?” I asked gently, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
I slowed down deliberately, flicking my tongue just right, letting her feel every second. Her hips rolled, desperate, trying to chase the rhythm.
I waited, giving her time. She shifted under me, adjusting, and I eased in further-slow, deliberate. Her breath hitched again.
“Please,” she whispered, so softly it made my chest ache. “Please go in, Louis…”
I lifted her again, slowly, making her stand on the bed. She clung to me instinctively, her eyes dark with need, breath already catching in her throat.
I raised my hand and brought it down on her ass again-hard. She sobbed into the sheets, but her hips rocked backward, meeting every stroke. Her body was moving on instinct now-pure, mindless pleasure.
I reached for the second strip of fabric, I’d torn earlier, letting it slide slowly through my fingers before gently bringing it to her eyes.
So I didn’t.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.