Frederick's POV
I pushed myself back, breathing hard, my eyes locked on hers as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I tugged it open, one button at a time. Her gaze followed the movement, her lips parting, her chest rising with each shallow breath. I peeled the shirt from my body and tossed it aside, relishing the way her eyes traced every line of me as though she couldn't look away.
"Your turn to watch," I murmured darkly, unbuckling my belt. The sharp clink of metal echoed in the room. Her breath hitched. My hunger deepened at the sight of her thighs pressing together, the nervous way her fingers gripped the sheets.
I stripped the rest of the way, slow enough to make her squirm beneath my gaze. By the time I slid between her legs again, I was shaking with restraint. I hovered at her entrance, pressing the head of my cock forward just enough to make her tense—then froze.
Her pussy clenched, resisting me. Too tight. Too closed. My eyes snapped up to hers.
