Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 344: Worried

Olivia’s POV

Every movent of his body tore further apart, each thrust carving a command into my skin, into my very bones. I couldn’t hold back the cries tumbling from my lips, couldn’t hide the way my body yielded, clinging to him as though I’d shatter into pieces if he stopped. "Louder," he growled into my ear, his hand twisting in my hair until my scalp burned. "Let hear how much you need ."

A sob burst from , broken and raw. "I need you, master—I need you—don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop." He moaned low, rough, the sound vibrating through as he drove into harder, deeper, forcing every part of to bow beneath him. My nails scraped helplessly at the desk, searching for sothing to ground , but there was nothing—only him, only his strength binding in place, his control pressing down on every breath I took.

The sharp sting of another slap cracked against , sharp enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure. I gasped, the sound strangled, but my body clenched tighter, betraying , begging for more. He fucked so hard the pleasure ripped through like nothing I had ever known. Every thrust was deeper, rougher, more consuming until my body couldn’t take it anymore. I had had sex before—but this... this was a whole different level. My soul scread, my wolf howled, and my body broke apart under him.

When he slamd into again, he struck sothing deep inside—my G-spot—and I cried out, the sound raw and strangled as blinding ecstasy exploded through . My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and I was sobbing as he pounded into , every stroke tearing apart and putting back together. "Louis!" I scread, my voice broken, pleasure overwhelming. Tears stread down my cheeks, every nerve inside begging, burning, clinging to him.

Then—suddenly—he stilled. His body froze, his hips pressed tight against , his breath jagged in my ear. I gasped when he withdrew his cock out of , my body collapsing against the desk, still trembling, still aching for more. Confusion flooded , my lips parting under the blindfold. "W-why did you stop?"

Suddenly he tugged the blindfold away, light flooding my vision, and I blinked up at him. His brown eyes weren’t the sa; they had darkened, and he wasn’t himself. He was out of control, but still he looked worried. "Louis...?" My voice shook.

His hands fumbled at my restraints, untying quickly, almost frantically, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of bound. "I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice rough, broken, mumbling the words over and over. "I’m sorry—I didn’t an to hurt you."

I frowned, my chest heaving as I stared at him. But before I could speak, Louis scooped into his arms. My body was limp against his chest, still trembling, still ruined from what he had given . He carried across the room, setting gently onto the bed as though I might shatter under his touch. "Stay," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He started to straighten up, to turn away. "I need to get sothing—"

But panic flared inside . My hand shot out, catching his wrist, pulling him back down. "Don’t go." My voice cracked, my brow furrowing, my whole body still shaking with the aftershocks of him. He froze, his eyes burning into mine. The shadows in his gaze made my chest tighten. He looked torn apart, haunted. "I’m sorry," he said again, the words breaking. "I lose control... I don’t an to—but sotis I go too far."

I shook my head hard, choking on a sob. "No." My fingers curled into his arm. "You’re perfect, Louis. You didn’t hurt —you... you gave more than I could take." My lips trembled into a broken smile. "It was unreal. I’ve never... never felt anything like that."

His brow furrowed, his thumb brushing away the wetness on my cheek, as though he couldn’t believe . "Olivia..." His voice cracked. I pulled him to the bed, made him sit, and climbed onto him, my soaked pussy settling directly over his semi-hard cock. I cupped his face, staring into his eyes, which had softened back to their normal shade. "You didn’t hurt , Louis... I cried because the feelings were unlike anything I had ever expected." I assured him.

His gaze was still stormy, doubt lingering in the shadows, but I wouldn’t let misunderstanding remain. I caught his hand and guided it between my thighs, lifting myself just enough so his fingers brushed against my slick pussy. "See?" I whispered, trembling but steady in my conviction. "I’m still wet. If you had hurt , if I had been in pain, my body wouldn’t be like this." A shaky laugh escaped , tangled with tears. "You didn’t hurt , Louis—you ruined in the most perfect way."

His jaw tightened, his thumb brushing over my pussy almost hesitantly, as though he needed proof of what my body was already screaming. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his as I murmured, "I’m angry, you know... you spoiled my fun." My smile curved through the dampness on my cheeks. "And now, you have to make up for it."

His eyes darkened again, not with guilt this ti, but with the fire I craved. "Here?" he rasped, the word rough and almost disbelieving. "Yes," I breathed, my body already moving, already. I lifted myself and, without hesitation, sank down onto him.

The stretch stole my breath, my nails digging into his shoulders as his length filled once more. My head fell back, a broken moan escaping my lips as every nerve lit up, every part of crying out in relief. I moved against him, rising and sinking, every motion stealing my breath as his strength surged up to et . My body arched, helpless, the rhythm between us raw and consuming, pulling sobs and cries from that I couldn’t contain.

"Please, Master," I gasped, voice breaking. "Spank ." The crack of his hand against my ass lit fire across my skin, the sting rging with the pleasure until I thought I’d lose myself completely. His thrusts drove higher, deeper, tearing apart and binding back together with every movent.

My toes curled, my body trembling violently as the pressure built, unbearable, devastating. He kissed hard, rough and desperate, swallowing my cries as his rhythm slamd into that place inside that shattered all control. Tears spilled hot down my face as the pleasure broke open. My wolf howled, my soul scread, and I clung to him with everything I had as the world dissolved. Together we released, and I felt Louis’ hot cum fill .

Gasping, I collapsed into his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. His arms locked around , holding , comforting , keeping with him. And all I could do was hold on tighter, praying he understood—I wanted this. I wanted him.