Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 412

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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.