Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Third Sex

Louis POV

Impatiently, I grabbed the bedsheet under us and ripped a strip from it easily. I saw her eyes widen—not in fear, but with something that made my chest tighten.

Excitement. Trust.

I gently took her wrists in my hands, moving slowly. I didn’t want to scare her.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, my voice low and full of concern. For a Dom, trust wasn’t just important—it was everything.

She nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Good," I said as I tied her hands together and raised them above her head. Not too tight—just enough so she’d feel that she was mine.

I leaned down and kissed her knuckles gently. Even though I had control, I wanted her to know I still cared. Deeply.

"I won’t go deeper tonight," I whispered against her skin. "It’s your first time with me. I’ll give you enough to remember... but not everything."

I leaned closer, my body brushing hers, and whispered near her ear, "Next time, when you’re ready, I won’t hold back."

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.

"One more thing, sweetheart," I murmured, brushing her cheek with my knuckles.

Her breath hitched.

"Trust me?" I asked again.

"Yes," she whispered.

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.

I guided her body, pressing softly on her shoulder.

"Turn around," I said.

She obeyed.

"Now lie on your stomach... good girl."

I dragged my hand down the curve of her back, then gripped her hips and gently lifted her.

"Ass up for me, darling."

She followed my instruction slowly, her breathing shaky and eager.

I let my fingers trail down her spine, then between her thighs, just grazing the entrance of her soaked red pussy, but I didn’t go in. She gasped when I teased her gently, then gave her a firm, open-palmed smack on the side of her ass. The sound echoed. She cried out—not just from the sting, but from the surge of sensation that came with it.

"How do you feel?" I asked, watching the way her body shivered.

"Great," she said breathlessly.

I smirked, kneeling behind her, dragging my fingers over the backs of her thighs. But I didn’t give her what she clearly wanted—not yet. Instead, I took my time. I kissed the shell of her ear and rubbed my finger on her entrance as she trembled with want.

"You’re doing so well for me," I praised softly.

Her thighs clenched. She was shaking now with anticipation, her body aching for more.

"Please," she whispered.

I pressed a kiss to the base of her spine.

"Not yet, sweetheart. But soon."

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 laid on the bed with my back, then guided her gently, coaxing her to straddle me. Her legs trembled as she moved into position.

"That’s it, sweetheart," I murmured, settling beneath her. "Just squat."

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.

She gasped in shock and positioned herself, placing both hands on the bed before her.

I tightened my grip on her thighs, spreading her open just a little more, guiding her movements as I licked into her slowly, purposefully. She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted.

Her body jerked, her knees nearly giving out, but I held her firm. She sobbed. She was crying from the overwhelming pleasure, her voice raw and gasping.

I slowed down deliberately, flicking my tongue just right, letting her feel every second. Her hips rolled, desperate, trying to chase the rhythm.

"Mmmm." I moaned as I ate her pussy deeply.

She cried out again, louder this time, her body arching.

Above her, Levi moved in, brushing her hair back as he kissed her shoulder. Then he dipped lower, his mouth capturing one of her sensitive, flushed nipples. She let out a sound I’d never heard from her before—a whimper full of shock and raw want.

At the same time, Lennox slid in behind her, his mouth finding her other breast. He sucked gently, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan into the sheets.

Her hands gripped the bed, her nails digging into the covers, her body trembling like a live wire.

"I c-can’t—Louis—I—!" she gasped.

"Yes, you can," I murmured against her, my voice muffled as I sucked harder, guiding her with both hands still firm on her thighs. "You’re doing so good, sweetheart. So damn good for us." I moaned.

Her whole body quaked as the orgasm took her, loud and unrestrained, her cry echoing through the room as she pressed against my face, unable to stop the waves that wracked her.

I leaned forward, grabbed both her breasts from behind, and gave her nipples a harsh, possessive squeeze.

She cried out, her whole body locking up with the sudden pain mixed with pleasure.

"Yes—oh God, yes!"

My hand landed on her ass again, sharp and rhythmic with each thrust. Her cries grew louder, more desperate. Every spank followed by a gasp, and every thrust met with her trembling moans. She was shaking under me, her body quivering on the edge.

"Say my name," I growled, not slowing for a second.

"Louis—" she sobbed, her voice raw, a cry of overwhelming pleasure.

I felt her tighten around me, and I knew she was close—so close. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

Without warning, I pulled out and turned her over, flipping her onto her back. Her chest heaved, tears glistening behind the blindfold as her wrists strained slightly against the torn sheets still binding her.

I reached up, gently untying her hands, letting them fall free. Then I removed the blindfold.

Her eyes locked with mine—dazed, shining, filled with tears of pure pleasure. The moment she could move, her hand reached for my shoulder, gripping it tightly, grounding herself in me.

"Look at me," I whispered, and she did. She looked so beautiful, breathless, and satisfied.

I hooked her legs up over my shoulders, lifting them gently but firmly. She let out a soft gasp, her back arching as I lined up with her again.

Then I thrust in deep.

She screamed my name, her nails digging into my skin, and I spanked her thighs sharply, watching her tremble with every motion.

Again. And again.

The sound of our bodies filled the room—skin on skin, breathless moans, her voice breaking every time I pushed in harder.

She clenched around me as I lost my rhythm, pleasure coiling tight in my gut. I grabbed her hips and slammed forward, burying myself deep as I came inside her with a groan, my body trembling with the force of release.

She gasped, her arms wrapping around me, pulling me down into her warmth.

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.

Then she fell back onto the bed, her arms slipping to the sheets, her legs still parted but limp with exhaustion. She was boneless, breathless, her chest rising and falling like she’d just survived a storm.

Levi and Lennox leaned in on either side of her, their touches now featherlight. Levi pressed kisses along her collarbone, while Lennox trailed his lips down the curve of her stomach, both of them murmuring soft things into her skin—worshipping her in their own quiet way.

I brushed a hand down her arm, watching her eyes flutter open.

"You okay?" I asked gently, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.

She gave a slow nod, her lips parting with effort. "I’m okay," she whispered, though her voice was faint, almost slurred.