Chapter 72: In the mist of my brothers

Chapter 72: In the mist of my brothers Lennox's POV My forehead dropped to her shoulder as I breathed her in. I could feel every stroke of her hand on my cock—slow, curious, almost shy. We were like thieves in the dark—touching, exploring, desperate not to wake the others. Levi's breath was steady against her back. Louis still hadn't stirred. And there we were, tangled beneath a single sheet, committing quiet sins in silence. My hips twitched as she moved again, slower this time, more deliberate. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She turned her head slightly, her breath grazing my cheek. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. Our bodies spoke for us in those stolen, silent moments—full of things we couldn't say aloud. Her hand pressed tighter over her lips, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I moved carefully, brushing her hair behind her ear. My hand drifted lower, fingers grazing down her side until I reached the heat of her center. She tensed slightly, her breath hitching, and I felt her hand wrap around my wrist. "Lennox," she whispered, barely a breath. "They might wake up…" I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Then be quiet, little fox." Her eyes fluttered shut as my finger traced her again—slow, teasing. She was already slick with need, her body betraying her soft protests. I couldn't stop myself. I slid one finger inside her, slow and deep. She gasped, biting down on her lip, one hand flying up to cover her mouth. I felt her pussy clench around me, and it took everything in me not to groan. Her other hand reached down between us, shaky but determined, wrapping around me and stroking with trembling fingers. We moved like shadows—slow, silent, desperate not to be found. Her breath hitched as another finger brushed over her—so warm, so soft, already trembling beneath my touch. The way her thighs instinctively pressed together, the way her body arched subtly toward me, pulled a low growl from my throat. "I shouldn't," I whispered, but my hand didn't stop. "I know," she murmured, barely audible, her hand still over her mouth. "But you already are…" Her eyes fluttered shut as I dipped another finger into her. Her hand clamped harder over her lips again, shoulders tensing. My mouth was still at her chest, and when I heard her muffled gasp, I suckled her nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. Her reaction was immediate—her free hand slid beneath the sheets, down my stomach, fingers curling cock me with trembling caution. The jolt that went through me nearly made me groan aloud. Her touch was slow, unsure… like she wasn't quite certain what she was doing, but determined to keep going. And gods, I let her. My hips twitched into her hand, my mouth still latched to her nipple, while my fingers curled gently inside her. Olivia writhed slowly, silently, like we were dancing to a rhythm only we knew—while Levi and Louis remained fast asleep around us. It was reckless. Forbidden. And yet… it felt like more than just lust. It felt like something we'd been denying far too long. Olivia increased the pace of her strokes on my cock, while I matched her rhythm with my fingers inside her. Our eyes locked, and I watched how breathtaking she looked when lost in pleasure. She bit her lips hard to keep from moaning, and I had to clench my jaw to hold back a groan. I knew I was close. Too close. And I couldn't release—not here, not now. If I did, my brothers would notice. So, with painful restraint, I grabbed Olivia's wrist and stopped her. "I can't cum," I whispered, and the look she gave me told me she understood. "But you can," I whispered, and continued moving my fingers inside her. Olivia moaned, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. She bit into my palm, lost in pleasure, but I didn't pull away. I kept stroking her until she came undone around my fingers and collapsed into my chest, panting hard. I sighed, deeply satisfied, and slowly pulled my fingers out of her before licking them clean. She tasted divine. Gently, I pulled her away from my chest, and our eyes met. Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to speak—but instead, she exhaled softly and tucked her face against my chest again, her fingers resting lightly against my stomach. I closed my eyes and held her close, careful not to move too much, aware that my brothers still lay asleep on either side of us. The weight of what we'd done lingered in the air—thick, heavy, like smoke that wouldn't clear. We had crossed a line. But instead of guilt, all I felt was peace. Like she belonged here—tangled with me in the quiet, while the rest of the world slept on, unaware. She felt like home. And gods, that terrified me more than anything else. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring. I didn't know what she'd say, or how we'd face the others. But right now… in this still, sacred moment… I didn't care. She was mine. If only for the night. I looked down at her again—her lashes soft against her cheeks, her body curled into mine like she belonged there. My chest rose and fell slowly, and her fingers moved with it, trailing absent circles on my skin. "Olivia," I whispered, almost afraid to break the moment. Her head lifted slightly, just enough for her eyes to meet mine. They were soft, shining even in the dim light. No words passed between us. They weren't needed. I lifted my hand to her face and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into my touch, eyes fluttering closed for a second like she was savoring it. My fingers moved to her jaw, gently tilting her face up toward me. Her lips parted slightly, and I couldn't stop myself. I leaned in. Our foreheads touched first, our breaths mingling. My nose brushed hers, and still, I waited—giving her space, a chance to pull away. But she didn't. She lifted her chin, just a little. Just enough. And I kissed her. Soft, slow, careful. Like it was the first time—and maybe the last. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of salt and something sweet I couldn't name. She kissed me back with the same kind of quiet need—like we were both afraid to wake up and find it had all been a dream. I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss just slightly, my hand still cradling her face. She sighed into me, and the sound made my heart ache. When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads stayed pressed together. Eyes closed. Breathing each other in. She didn't say anything. Neither did I. But everything I felt was in that kiss. My Love. My Anger. My Pain. I poured them out through that kiss. And I knew she felt it too.