<h4>Chapter 413: Sex</h4>
Frederick’s POV
I shifted above her, forcing her thighs wider, positioning myself. My hand gripped her hip, hard enough to leave marks, steadying her trembling body.
And then I pressed into her.
The instant resistance made me freeze, my breath catching. With a growl tearing from my throat, I pushed deeper, breaking through thest of her innocence. Her sharp cry filled the room; her nails dug into my shoulders, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her hard, devouring her pain and need in one breath.
She clung to me, trembling, whimpering, but her legs locked tight around me, pulling me in, begging without words for more.
And I gave it to her. I thrust slowly at first, savoring the way she stretched around me, the way her body molded to mine, then harder, deeper, as her cries turned into moans and her resistance melted into desperate desire.
Her body opened for me with every thrust, her cries softening into moans, her moans turning into desperate pleas that only fed the fire inside me. I couldn’t get enough.
Every sound she made burned into me. Every time her nails raked down my back, every time her legs tightened, I snarled with satisfaction.
"You feel that?" I growled, driving deeper, my breath hot against her neck. "That’s me. Not your mate. Me."
She whimpered, but it wasn’t protest. It was desire. "Yes... you," she whispered, her voice breaking, trembling with every movement I made inside her.
The admission snapped something in me. I shifted, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, forcing her still as I thrust harder, deeper. Her body shuddered beneath me, back arching, mouth falling open in a cry she couldn’t hold back.
I felt her tighten around me, the sudden, sharp clench that told me she was about toe.
But it wasn’t enough. Not for me.
I released her wrists only to grab her hips, flipping her under me, forcing her onto her knees before she could catch her breath. She let out a startled gasp, looking over her shoulder at me, eyes wide, lips swollen, hair wild.
"Frederick—"
Her voice cut off into a moan as I thrust back into her from behind, harder this time, rougher, iming her in a way no mate ever would. She copsed forward onto her elbows, her cheek pressing into the sheets, her cries muffled into the pillows.
I leaned over her, one hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back so she had no choice but to meet my gaze when I growled into her ear, "You’re mine now. Say it."
Her voice shook, breathless, but she obeyed. "I’m yours."
The words detonated inside me, and I pounded into her, unrelenting, until she screamed it again and again, until her voice was hoarse and her body gave out beneath me, trembling, spent.
And still, I wasn’t finished.
I slowed, pulling out of her, my chest heaving. She was shaking under me, her body weak, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.
I grabbed her waist and rolled us, dragging her on top of me. She gasped, her hands pressed against my chest, her hair falling wild around her face.
"Ride me," I growled, my voice rough.
Her eyes widened. "Frederick, I—"
"You can," I cut her off, gripping her hips, guiding her forward until I pressed against her again. "Take me inside you. Now."
She trembled, her body tight and sore from what I had already given her. I could feel her pussy pulsing against the tip of my cock, wet and needy, but her muscles clenched as if trying to resist.
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"Too tight," I muttered under my breath, groaning as I pushed her down slowly. The resistance was sharp, almost unbearable, but the sight of her stretched around me, fighting to take me, drove me insane.
She whimpered, biting her lip, her nails digging into my chest as she sank onto me inch by inch. Her face twisted with pain and desire, her thighs shaking as her body struggled to open for me.
"Fuck, Selene..." I snarled, my head falling back, the tightness threatening to break me. "You’re still so tight... like your body is trying to keep me out."
Her answer was a broken moan, her hips jerking as if her own need betrayed her. She tried to move, but I held her still, forcing her to feel every stretch, every inch of me inside her.
"Slow," Imanded. "Feel it. All of it. I want you to remember this."
Her legs trembled harder as she shifted, lowering herself more, until she was finally seated fully on me. Her cry split the air, half pain, half pleasure, and I gripped her hips like a vice, dragging her against me.
"That’s it," I groaned, my eyes locked on her face, on the way she looked wrecked and desperate at the same time. "Now move. Show me how much you want me."
Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, her body shaking as she began to move, slow at first, lifting and dropping with small, broken whimpers. Each time she came down, I filled her to the very edge, her tight walls clenching so hard I could barely hold back.
I bared my teeth, my grip bruising her hips as I forced her faster, harder, until her cries grew louder, her body bouncing on mine, her tight heat gripping me like a fist.
"You’re mine," I growled again, thrusting up into her, meeting her movements. "Say it."
She sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to me. "I’m yours... only yours."
I didn’t slow down. I pushed up. I drove into her with one hard motion. The room answered with a wet p. The bed thumped under us. Her breath ripped out in broken sounds.
Then I felt iting. Her breath hitched, her thighs mped hard against me, and her walls seized around my length. She was close. So close.
"Come for me," I growled, my voice rough in her ear.
And she did. She shattered in my arms, screaming, her body tightening and pulsing around me. I held her through it, pushing her higher, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Release ripped through me, hard and fierce, as I spilled deep inside her, lost in the sound of her cries.
When it was over, I didn’t move right away. My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my skin, and I kept myself buried in her, not ready to let go. She was trembling, clinging to me, her face buried in my neck as her breathing slowly calmed.
Finally, I pulled out of her, kissing her shoulder, her jaw, her temple. My hand rested on her back, steadying her as she sagged against me, exhausted and wrecked.