Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 426

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Chapter 426: Regrets

Selene’s POV

His hands slid lower, gripping my ass now, forcing me down harder, deeper, until there was no space left between us, no escape from the brutal, aching fullness of him. The steady grind of his hips made the bed creak beneath us.

"Fuck, Selene," he groaned, burying his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged. "You feel too good. Like you were made for me."

The words gutted me. Not for you. Never for you. But my body betrayed me again, shuddering, clenching around him in desperate pulses that only fed his hunger.

My sobs came faster, quieter, swallowed into the heat of his skin. He thought it was ecstasy. He thought it was pleasure. He had no idea it was my soul breaking.

His tongue traced the line of my throat, his teeth grazing lightly over my pulse, sending sparks down my spine. "Say it again," he demanded against my skin, his voice thick with pleasure. "Say my name while you take me."

My heart screamed no, but my lips parted anyway, spilling the word in a moan. "Frederick..."

His answering growl was savage, triumphant, as he thrust up hard, hitting that devastating spot inside me. My head snapped back, another broken cry escaping, the sound twisting into something between a sob and a moan.

He didn’t stop. His grip tightened, guiding my hips in brutal, perfect circles, drawing me higher and higher toward the edge I didn’t want to fall from. Shame burned in my chest, shame that tasted like ashes on my tongue, but pleasure still tore through me, relentless, merciless.

"I can feel you," he rasped, eyes dark with hunger as he looked up at me. "You’re close, aren’t you? Don’t hold back. Cum for me."

My tears blurred everything, turning his face into a smear of fire and shadow. My nails dug harder into his back, leaving stinging marks, but still I moved, still I rode him like he asked. My body surged toward that terrible, inevitable release even as my heart bled.

Inside my head, I was screaming. I hate you. I hate me more. I swore I’d kill you, not—

The thought broke, drowned under the force of sensation. My walls clenched tight around him, my body wracked with tremors I couldn’t stop. Pleasure ripped through me like lightning, so violent it dragged a raw, unholy sound from my throat.

He caught it, devouring my mouth in a crushing kiss, swallowing the sob that spilled free with my climax. His tongue tangled with mine, desperate, dominant, as though my release was his victory.

And maybe it was.

When it was over, when the spasms began to fade, I sagged against him, trembling, my tears still hot and endless against his skin. He held me tighter, stroking my back, whispering low, possessive praises into my ear—completely blind to the fact that I wasn’t trembling from aftershocks alone, but from the hollow, soul-deep ache of betraying myself.