Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Sex

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 the last 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 to come.

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, claiming her in a way no mate ever would. She collapsed 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.

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