Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 512

Chapter 512: The Question

Frederick’s POV

I felt the couch cushion give under me as Selene climbed onto my lap. Her nightdress was thin—barely there—but her pussy pressing against my cock made my blood roar.

"Selene!" I tried to speak, but she clamped her hand over my mouth.

"Shhhhh," she whispered, eyes wild and needy. "Don’t talk. Please."

I couldn’t. My body didn’t listen. All the control I’d built over centuries collapsed. She pressed herself harder, grinding, and I groaned into her palm.

Her hand slid from my mouth to my shirt buttons. One by one, she popped them open, running her palms over my chest. Then she moved lower, fumbling with my pants. I lifted my hips, and she pushed my cock free. Her fingers stroked me before she sank down, her pussy hot and wet around me, and I lost it—groaning, gripping her hips, letting her set the pace.

Her hands clawed my shoulders, her eyes shut tight, pressing herself down. I cupped her face, brushing away tears she didn’t hide, letting her need guide every motion.

"Selene," I gasped, cock buried inside her, feeling her quake.

She kissed me hard, needy, and frantic, riding me on the couch, and when she cried out, I followed, my cum spilling inside her.

I didn’t even wait to recover. I grabbed her waist, lifting her off the couch. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively as I pressed her against the wall. Cold plaster hit her back, but she shivered against me, pussy squeezing hard around my cock. I gripped her hips, driving into her fast and rough. She moaned, fingers clawing my shoulders, teeth biting my neck, back arching, screaming. Every sound she made fueled a hunger inside me I didn’t know I still had.

I slammed her into the wall again and again, hips snapping against hers, every thrust fast, raw, unrelenting. Her pussy clenched around me, and I lost myself in the feeling of it, lost in the primal heat of it, lost in her. She cried my name over and over, her voice ragged, desperate, and I followed her, groaning deep, spilling myself inside her again as she shook and screamed beneath me.

I slid her down to the edge of the table next, not letting her recover. I was behind her, gripping her hips, driving deep. Her hands braced on the table as I slammed into her from behind, my cock thick, hot, pounding her pussy. She pressed back into me, her boobs bouncing, her hair falling across her face, mouth open, moaning, screaming. I leaned over, biting her shoulder, marking her, letting her know she was mine.

Her pussy tightened around me again, thighs clenching. I shifted, lifting her slightly to spin her, pressing my chest against hers, my cock sliding in and out, hard and fast. She cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders, screaming my name like she’d been waiting for this, needing this, as much as I needed her.

Finally, I dragged her to the bed. She hit it with a gasp, and I climbed on top, gripping her legs and lifting them over my shoulders. I slammed into her, every thrust sharp and deep. Her pussy wrapped me tight, back arching, nails clawing into me. She screamed, clawed, moaned, and I didn’t stop, fucking her like I’d never breathe again, every inch of her body responding to mine.

I flipped her onto her side, still thrusting into her. She grabbed me, pressed herself to me, grinding, rolling, hips snapping. I leaned down, biting her shoulder, teeth grazing her collarbone, growling low in my chest. Her moans, her cries, her frantic grip—they tore me apart, pulled me deeper, made me lose everything, all control.

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