Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.