Chapter 412: Keeping it for her Mate
Frederick’s POV
I pushed myself back, breathing hard, my eyes locked on hers as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I tugged it open, one button at a time. Her gaze followed the movement, her lips parting, her chest rising with each shallow breath. I peeled the shirt from my body and tossed it aside, relishing the way her eyes traced every line of me as though she couldn’t look away.
"Your turn to watch," I murmured darkly, unbuckling my belt. The sharp clink of metal echoed in the room. Her breath hitched. My hunger deepened at the sight of her thighs pressing together, the nervous way her fingers gripped the sheets.
I stripped the rest of the way, slow enough to make her squirm beneath my gaze. By the time I slid between her legs again, I was shaking with restraint. I hovered at her entrance, pressing the head of my cock forward just enough to make her tense—then froze.
Her pussy clenched, resisting me. Too tight. Too closed. My eyes snapped up to hers.
"You’re..." My voice broke, raw with shock. "Selene, you’re a virgin."
Her lashes lowered, her lips trembling. "I was... saving myself. For my mate."
Her words hit me harder than any blade could. Her mate. And I wasn’t him. I never would be.
I should have pulled away. I should have stopped. Instead, I snarled, pressing my lips to hers with a bruising hunger, pouring every ounce of anger and want into the kiss. I wasn’t her mate. Fate had not chosen me for her, and yet here she was, laid bare, trembling, offering me everything she had kept untouched.
I started to pull back, but her hands shot up, clutching me. "I don’t care," she whispered fiercely, her voice cracking with desperation. "I want you, Frederick. I want this."
Her eyes burned into mine, stripping me of every excuse, every reason to stop. My chest rose and fell heavily as I stared at her, fighting with the savage hunger and the strange, aching tenderness twisting inside me.
I lowered my head until my lips brushed her ear. "Then I’ll make you mine... my way."
Before she could speak, I slid down her body, kissing a trail over her trembling stomach until I reached the sweetness between her thighs. Her gasp filled the room, sharp and beautiful, as I spread her open and lowered my mouth to her heat.
Her cry when my tongue touched her was everything. Pure. Shattering. Addictive.
If she was giving me her first time, then I would claim it slowly—by worshipping her until she broke apart beneath me. The moment my mouth brushed her pussy, Selene gasped, her back arching off the bed.
"Frederick!" Her cry was sharp and alluring.
I growled low in my chest, the sound vibrating against her. "You taste... intoxicating," I rasped before lowering my mouth again.
I licked her slowly at first, savoring the sweetness of her untouched body, dragging my tongue along her folds until she was squirming beneath me, her fingers gripping the sheets so hard. Her thighs tried to close, but I pressed them open firmly, refusing to let her hide from me.
"You’re mine now," I growled against her, my tongue circling the tight bundle of nerves that made her jolt and whimper.
Her cries filled the room, soft at first, then louder, each one breaking me further, feeding the monster inside me. She had never been touched like this—I could feel it in every shudder, every gasp, every desperate clutch of her fingers in my hair when she finally gave in and held me there.
I sucked gently on her clit, then harder, flicking my tongue until her body bucked against me. She sobbed my name, her thighs trembling around my head.
"Frederick... oh god, I—"
"Don’t hold back," I commanded darkly, sliding a finger inside her slick entrance, slow but steady. She tensed, then cried out, her body so tight around me it nearly shattered my control. I worked her slowly, curling my finger while my tongue worked mercilessly above, coaxing her body open, coaxing every broken moan from her lips.
Her taste flooded my senses, sweet and addictive, and I knew then I could never let her go. Not after this.
She writhed beneath me, her head tossing side to side, her hands tugging at my hair as though she couldn’t decide whether to pull me away or push me deeper into her. Her body trembled violently, on the edge of something she had never known before.
"Let go, Selene," I whispered against her, my voice rough, hungry. "Give it to me. All of it."
The moment I sucked harder, her body shattered. She screamed my name, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body trembling violently as she came undone against my mouth. I drank in her release greedily, savoring every drop, every cry, every shiver that told me she was mine in a way no one else could ever claim.
Her scent filled me, thick and sweet, her arousal dripping down my tongue like the richest wine I’d ever tasted. She was intoxicating. Addictive. And I wanted her begging.
I slid two fingers into her tight entrance, and she gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders, her body clenching around me like she didn’t want to let me go.
"Gods, you’re so tight," I groaned, pumping into her gently, curling my fingers until she moaned loud enough to echo against the walls. "You think I could take you like this and not lose my mind?"
Her answer was a choked sob, her eyes rolling back as another wave crashed through her. I didn’t stop—I sucked harder, stroked deeper, until her body was a trembling mess beneath me.
Her cries turned to pleas. "Please, Frederick... please... I can’t..."
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my lips wet with her taste, my fingers still moving inside her. "Can’t what?" I demanded darkly, my voice a growl.
She shook her head, gasping, her hair wild around her flushed face. "I can’t take it anymore... I need you..."
"Need me how?" I pressed, curling my fingers deeper, making her body shudder violently. "Say it."
Her eyes flew open, glassy with desperation. "I need you inside me," she cried, her voice breaking. "I want you, Frederick—all of you!"
Her words tore the last shred of restraint from me. My cock throbbed painfully, the hunger in me snarling to be unleashed.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, making her whimper at the loss, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean as I held her gaze. She watched, trembling, her lips parting, her breath shallow.
"You don’t know what you’re asking for," I rasped, my voice hoarse with need. "Once I take you, Selene... you’ll never forget me."
"I don’t care," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, fierce and desperate. "I want it to be you."
That was all it took. With a guttural growl, I rose over her, my body pressing hers into the mattress, my mouth crushing her lips as I finally positioned myself at her entrance, ready to claim what she had begged me for.