Lennox’s POV
Her hips began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that had every nerve in my body standing at attention. I let her set the pace, watching the way her breath hitched each ti she sank down, the way her lashes fluttered when she felt deeper.
"You’re doing well," I murmured, my voice low, rough, laced with pride and heat. "Better than well... almost like you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have."
A faint, breathless laugh escaped her, but it lted into a gasp as my hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly and urging her into a sharper rhythm. Her body responded instantly, each movent drawing a deeper sound from her throat.
She was still impossibly tight around , each shift and roll stealing the air from my lungs and making grip her ass harder.
"Still... so perfect," I breathed, leaning in to brush my lips over hers, teasing at the kiss without giving it fully. "Like the first ti... only now you know exactly how to drive mad."
Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression dazed with pleasure as I held her tighter, my hands cupping and guiding her. When I caught her lower lip between my teeth, she gave a small cry—half frustration, half desire—and crashed her mouth to mine, kissing like she wanted to brand with the taste of her.
I jerked upward as I fucked up my own pace.
"Len..." she moaned out my na in a loud voice as I increased my pace, thrusting upward. Her eyes were interlocked with mine, and I could see the pleasure in her.
Her cry turned into a low, breathless laugh, like she knew exactly what she was doing to . Unexpectedly, she shifted off , turning around until her back faced . She climbed over again, straddling with deliberate slowness, and the look she threw over her shoulder was pure challenge.
I caught her hips in both hands, holding her as she sank into again, making my cock go inside her. Her breath hitched when I pulled her closer, my chest against her back, and she began to move. She groaned, her head tilting back, her hair brushing against my jaw as I dragged her hips down harder, forcing her to take every bit of . My hands locked around her, fingers digging into her skin as I drove her at a pace she couldn’t control.
Her breath ca in sharp, uneven bursts, her body jerking with each thrust I made. I pressed my chest to her back, my mouth finding the side of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tried to move on her own, testing , but I slamd her back down into my rhythm, my voice rough in her ear.
"Mine. Every damn part of you."
She reached behind, her nails scraping my thigh, and the sound she made when I rolled my hips up into her nearly broke my restraint. I pulled back slightly, watching the way she moved against , the muscles in her back flexing, her head dropping forward as she clung to my legs for balance.
I yanked her back, making her arch into , my hands sliding over the curve of her waist before gripping her tighter. The bed shook beneath us, the sound of her breath mixing with mine echoing in the room.
She started bouncing on —slow at first, like she was teasing —then faster, harder, until the mattress squealed beneath us. Every drop drove my cock deep, the slick, obscene sound of her taking filling the air. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging in as her cries grew louder, ragged, broken little shouts that blurred between begging and daring to give her more.
I slid one hand up her stomach, feeling the jump of her muscles under my palm, before closing it over her breast. I squeezed hard, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she arched into with a sharp gasp. Her head tipped back against my shoulder, hair spilling over , and the sound she made when I pinched harder nearly snapped my control.
She didn’t slow. If anything, she slamd down faster, her hips hitting mine with a wet, relentless rhythm. My other hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit and working it in tight, ruthless circles that matched the pace she was bouncing. The way her body jerked against mine—hot, wet, trembling—made growl low in her ear.
"That’s it," I rasped, my mouth grazing her skin. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."
"Lennox!" Her breath was breaking apart, her movents losing their rhythm. She was cumming. I caught her tight, yanking her flush against , locking her in place while I drove up into her hard, deep, and passionate until she ca with a sharp cry. Her pussy walls clamped down around my cock, dragging my release out of in a rush I couldn’t fight.
I stayed buried inside her, holding her pinned to while she trembled, both of us breathing hard, her skin slick and hot under my hands.
She collapsed back against my chest, gasping, her hair damp and sticking to her neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her there, still buried deep, still unwilling to let her go.
Then the sharp creak of hinges cut through the air.
The door swung open.
Levi stepped inside, Louis a half step behind him. Both stopped dead.
Olivia stiffened, then pulled off with a gasp, sliding into my lap to shield herself. Her bare back pressed into my chest as I curved an arm protectively around her.
I didn’t break eye contact with Levi.
His jaw ticked, his gaze flicking once to Olivia before locking on again. There was heat there—anger, maybe—but also sothing sharper, like he was weighing whether to explode or laugh.
Finally, his mouth twisted into sothing halfway between a smirk and a sneer.
"Is this... apology sex?" he asked, voice deceptively casual. "Because if that’s all it takes, you should’ve skipped the part where you pretended to be pissed and just said you wanted sex."
I frowned. There were tis I could’ve taken this as a joke and laughed over it, but right now, I didn’t. Especially not with the way he was glaring at .
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you trying to say?"
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