I looked down at my hand, still slightly cold from his touch. “He’s very… dramatic.
“Olivia,” he said with a soft smile, his voice rich and smooth as ever. “You-look… radiant tonight.”
Then he pulled away, breathless, gripping my arms as if trying to hold me steady.
He laughed softly. “Fair enough.”
Still, the loneliness settled in fast.
Then, unexpectedly, Lennox pushed me gently but firmly toward Levi.
“You’re lying.” I said breathlessly.
He groaned against my mouth, torn, his hold on me trembling.
Levi caught me, holding me carefully.
His voice was rough, laced with concern. “What-what are you doing here? What’s wrong?”
And the undeniable pull that snapped something loose inside me.
And suddenly-I was in a dimly lit room, standing unsteadily in front of Lennox.
His scent.
He chuckled. “Let me guess-you don’t like parties?”
I couldn’t breathe.
(*
Her voice was sharp. Alert.
I reached out, grabbing Lennox’s sleeve. “Where are you going?”
I landed in my bedroom with a gasp, stumbling onto the floor. My glass slipped from my hand and shattered.
“Old vampires usually are.” She smirked. “But not all of them give you that much attention.
“I’m going to get you water. You need to cool down.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice trembling as my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “I just-I need you. Please. Touch me.”
I didn’t think. I couldn’t.
I crashed into him, my hands on his face, my lips on his before he could even say another word.
As a waiter passed, he reached out and took two glasses from the tray. One was a pale pink, the other clear and fizzy. He handed me the pink one. 2
She gave a little smile. “There’s a man walking over. He’s cute.”
He looked up, his eyes wide with surprise when he saw me.
We talked for a few minutes-nothing deep, just surface-level chatter about music and how long the party might last. But as the minutes ticked by, I noticed something strange.
I turned slightly, and sure enough, a tall, well-dressed man with dark hair and warm eyes was approaching. His posture was confident but respectful as he came up to Sofia.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly, confused.
Lennox nodded, not even denying it. “If I stay, I’ll lose control.”
His eyes met mine, something unreadable flickering there.
“We were planning to,” Sofia said smoothly.
Something in his eyes.
The heat in my body only intensified.
The lights seemed a little brighter.
But it didn’t stop.
Hard.
After a few moments of silence, Sofia’s eyes flicked past me, and her expression shifted.
“No!” I said, my voice rising with frustration and need. “Don’t tell me to calm down, please. Just please…”
“Lennox-” Levi’s voice froze mid-sentence as he and Louis stepped inside.
He gently reached for my hand, and before I could even react, he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. His cool lips brushed my skin, and the gesture was so regal it felt straight out of a different century.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking our glasses together gently.
He was seated at his desk, scribbling something into a book.
And as if on cue, I felt the shift in the air. That slight silence, the hush of curious eyes… and then I smelled his scent-subtle but unmistakable.
I turned just in time to see him approach. The way he moved made it feel like the entire room adjusted around him.
“Forgive the interruption,” he said with a charming smile. “Would you honor me with a dance?”
“She’s been drugged,” Lennox said immediately, his tone tight, angry.
My heart dropped.
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“Just the tip,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. “Please.
“Olivia,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re going to break me.”
Levi’s hands gripped my waist as I straddled him, my body already aching, trembling from the heat Louis had ignited between my thighs. Levi’s eyes locked onto mine,, pupils blown wide, a low growl rumbling in his chest as I settled against him. His arousal pressed hot and hard against my aching pussy.
Levi’s kiss deepened, slow at first, then laced with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His hands framed my face, gentle yet possessive. Louis’s presence pressed in next, his scent wrapping around me like smoke and spice. He came closer, his hand brushing over my arm, then trailing down to my waist. His touch was firmer, bolder, and it made my breath hitch.
I tore my lips from Levi’s, my hands shaking as they reached for his belt, unfastening it
His eyes darkened, his breath with frantic fingers. He tensed but didn’t stop me catching as I freed him from his pants.
Levi groaned as I took him between my lips, slow and careful, savoring the taste of him. His fingers curled into the sheets, his body arching slightly beneath mine. *
Beneath me, he was tense-trying to hold back, to be gentle-but I could feel the war within him. Just like the one raging inside me.
Louis groaned behind me, and I felt the vibration of it shoot straight through my spine. His tongue moved with purpose now, fast and deep, his hands anchoring me in place as the two of them-gods-the two of them unraveled me at once.
Louis’s mouth moved lower, and the moment his lips touched me where I needed it most, I cried out, arching into him, my hands clutching the sheets. His tongue moved slowly at first, then with growing urgency, like he was drinking in every reaction I gave him.
They touched me like I was sacred-like they needed to memorize every inch before I disappeared again. Soft lips. Strong hands. Gentle pressure.
They were working in sync, wordless but connected-like they’d done this a thousand times in dreams they never admitted. T
Behind me, Louis hadn’t stopped. His hands were gripping my thighs, spreading me open with delicious possession. His mouth returned to my pussy like he belonged there-his tongue moving with slow, teasing strokes that had my body jerking in response. Every nerve in me caught fire.
I met his gaze, my need written across every inch of me.
Olivia’s POV
“F-fuck, Olivia,” he hissed, the sound strained, reverent.
Desperation took over.
“I know,” I whispered, trembling between them. “Please… don’t stop.”
My dress slipped lower. I didn’t stop them.
Levi groaned under me, every sound he made vibrating through my lips as I sucked him. His hands tangled in my hair, not to force, but to anchor himself.
Then he lifted me and gently laid me on the bed. I gasped and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. As our mouths moved, I felt Louis tug at my panties, and I opened my legs for him. His breath hitched as he pulled them down, his lips brushing the inside of my thigh-soft and slow-making me tremble.
Levi’s lips traced a path down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. Louis leaned in from the other side, his fingers brushing over the straps of my dress before sliding them down, exposing my shoulders to the cool air.
I dipped down, pressing kisses along his jaw, then lower, tracing his chest with my tongue. My lips found their way down, worshipping the hard lines of his body, while Louis’s mouth never stopped licking me from behind.
“Oh, Moon Goddess…” I whispered, my voice breaking.
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.