Selene's POV
The moment his hard, hot head pressed against my slick entrance, the last remnants of my plan—my vow, my hatred—shattered like glass. It was a physical thing, the soundless explosion in my mind, leaving only the primal, urgent need that was thrumming in my blood, dictated by the wolf I'd fought so hard to control.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I choked out, a final, futile protest that felt weak and pathetic even to my own ears.
Frederick didn't acknowledge the words. He simply shifted his grip, one hand sliding to the small of my back to pull me flush against him, the other grasping my hipbone. The pressure increased, a slow, merciless slide.
Then, with a deep, shuddering inhale, he pushed.
