When my mouth lowered to her nipple, she let out a soft, trembling sound, her fingers weaving into my hair as I tasted her, teasing her with slow, deliberate pulls that made her body press harder against mine. Her breath grew uneven, her hips shifting instinctively.
When I set the fork down, she reached for the tray, but I caught her wrist. “Leave it,” I said quietly. “Stay here a little longer.”
“No… I was not supposed to conclude. I should have trusted you and waited for you to return,” she said.
Lennox’s POV
That was all the invitation I needed. With a low growl, I shifted, turning her over beneath me in one smooth movement. Her soft gasp was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed her again–harder this time, deeper, my hand sliding under her gown to feel the warmth of her skin. The bed dipped with our movements, the air between us thick with heat and desire.
Her lips parted, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she shifted so her knees were tucked up on the bed, facing me fully. I studied her for a moment before inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted, Olivia… yes, you have every reason to still doubt me,” I said softly, but she shook her head.
She climbed onto my lap, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips, her wet pussy settling against my hardened cock. The air between us thickened as we kissed again–deep, hungry, unhurried. My hands roamed over her, tracing the slope of her back, the curve of her waist, memorizing the way she shivered under my touch.
Her eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t stop. I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek. “You have no idea how tightly you have me wrapped around your fingers, Olivia. You could close your hand, and I’d come running without a thought. You’re not just in my heart–you are my heart. Every breath I take is for you. And nothing, no one, will ever change that.”
She tilted her head, the smallest, taunting smile playing on her lips. “Try me.”
Her lips curled slowly into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That,” she murmured, her tone dripping with challenge, “depends… on your performance.”
Her lips trembled, and for a second, she looked like she might cry, but I pulled her up and made her sit on my lap while she stared at me with conflicted eyes.
I arched a brow, my smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Performance, hmm?” My fingers traced the line of her spine, slow and deliberate. “Careful, Olivia… you might not be ready for what you’re asking for.”
Then she rose slightly, her hands resting on my shoulders for balance, and guided herself over me. The moment she lowered herself fully onto my cock and I entered her, her head tilted back and a low, breathless moan escaped her lips. I gripped her waist, holding her there for a heartbeat, savoring the heat and the feeling of being inside her again.
Her breath caught, her fingers clutching at my shirt as she began to unbutton it. I let her, watching her closely, and when she was done, I stripped it off and tossed it aside. She immediately went for my pants.
I didn’t move. I just watched her, letting her take what she wanted. She curled her fingers into the waistband and tugged, freeing me completely. Her eyes darted downward for a moment, a glint of heat and something almost reverent flashing across her face.
Her fingers toyed with my belt, undoing it with maddening slowness, her eyes locked on mine as though she wanted to catch every flicker of reaction. The faint clink of metal broke the silence before she eased the zipper down. Her hand brushed over the hard line of my arousal, and she gasped softly, lips parting in an involuntary sound.
My voice was rough when I asked, “Have you forgiven me?”
Without breaking our gaze, she reached for the hem of her nightgown. In one smooth motion, she pulled it over her head, the soft fabric whispering over her skin before falling to the floor. My chest tightened at the sight of her naked form.
I inhaled again and moved onto the bed so I was seated beside her, turning sideways to see her face clearly as I spoke. “Olivia, I want you to know I will never hurt you again. This is a vow. I love you so much. You don’t know… you’ll probably never truly know… how deep it runs. There is no woman alive who could ever compare to you—not in beauty, not in soul. I will never glance at another woman, let alone touch her. My body, my spirit, my soul–they’re all yours.”
I didn’t rush through the food. Partly because it was still hot, partly because… I didn’t want her to leave. The silence between us wasn’t the cold, biting kind from before–it was warmer now, softer, filled with unspoken things I wasn’t ready to let out yet. Her eyes kept drifting to my face as if she wanted to say something, but each time, she swallowed it back. I could feel her through the bond–guilt still sitting heavy in her chest, mingled with relief that I was eating.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have reacted that way…” She did not let me finish my words before sealing her lips with mine. I groaned, deepening the kiss, pouring every raw emotion I had for her into it. Her mouth moved hungrily against mine, tasting and claiming, as though she was terrified to let go. My hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other gripped her waist and pulled her flush against me. The bond between us throbbed–raw, intoxicating–until I finally broke away, resting my forehead against hers, breath ragged.
“Then let’s see,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low and husky, “if you’ll be begging for forgiveness… or begging for more.”