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.

We moved like animals. Couch, wall, table, bed—the room a blur of limbs, sweat, heat, and loud moans. Hair pulled, teeth biting, fingers scratching, bodies slamming together in chaotic rhythm. Every scream, every cry, every clench of her pussy around my cock pushed us higher, over and over, until we were trembling, gasping, drenched, and completely undone.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, my chest heaving, my cock still buried inside her, both of us slick with sweat, bodies trembling, hearts pounding like war drums. I pressed my forehead to hers, growling low.

"You're mine," I whispered.

She breathed. "Yours."

For almost twenty minutes we remained in that position; she, in my arms, while I stroked her hair and drew invisible lines all over her exposed body.

"I'm sorry," she replied in a whisper.

I sighed because I knew exactly what she was apologizing for.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face and traced slow, aimless patterns across her shoulder. She stayed still, breathing softly, her fingers lightly gripping my arm as though afraid I might pull away.

"Will you ever forgive me?" She asked again after not getting a response from me.

I tilted her chin up gently so she could meet my eyes. "I forgave you the moment I found out you are my mate," I said quietly. "I knew why you did what you did, Selene. And I understood."

Tears welled in her eyes, glistening in the low light. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice barely holding together.

I smiled faintly, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "No, Selene. Don't thank me. Just… let me love you. Let me cherish you. I want to adore you, only if you will let me."

Her breath hitched. "Frederick…"

"I'm going to age now," I said, the words coming out rough, honest. "I have started aging like a normal human. So you don't have to be worried about that." I paused, my heart thudding hard against my ribs. "So tell me, Selene… do you want to grow old with me?"

Her lips parted, and for a moment, she only stared at me. Then a soft, shaky smile broke through her tears. "Are you asking me out?" she teased, her voice trembling with emotion.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes locked on hers. "No," I murmured, my voice thick with nervousness. "I'm asking you to marry me."