Olivia's POV
He didn't smirk like Levi, nor did he growl like Lennox. He just stood there in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, watching the scene before him. But the heat in his gaze was undeniable. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle, my core clench with need all over again.
"You couldn't wait for me," he said softly, his voice calm, but beneath it, I could hear the strain, the restraint barely holding him together.
"Louis…" I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body trembling from the pleasurable feelings Lennox and Levi had already unleashed on me.
He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, controlled, as though fighting every instinct to simply take. His hand came to my cheek, warm, steady, grounding. He brushed his thumb across my lips, his eyes locked on mine.
"Let me," he murmured. Not a demand, not a tease—just a promise.
And when I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me.
