Chapter 541

Chapter 541

Frederick noticed Charlotte panting and let go of her, reaching out to tousle her soft hair.

A girl's hair is probably something a man can never resist. Like he was under a spell, he leaned down, one hand holding the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.

Besides a tangy taste, her soft tongue carried a faint bitterness of coffee. Frederick tilted his head, gently holding her chin with the lightest touch, slowly savoring the flavor.

When they finally broke apart, Charlotte let her hand trail the sharp curve of Frederick's cheek, breathing heavily as she whispered in his ear, "Frederick, let's get remarried. Let's go get the marriage certificate right now."

Frederick didn't ask if she was sure or if she'd regret it by morning. He slipped his arm under her knees, lifting her up in a princess carry, and headed straight to the bedroom.

He reached out to undo the buttons on her dress, revealing black lace lingerie bit by bit.

Frederick felt an indescribable urgency as he sat up to help her take off her bra.

Charlotte's body was stunning—curvy in all the right places, radiating a feminine, seductive charm that made him eager to leave his mark on her soft skin.

He reached behind her to unhook her bra, and her soft breasts bounced free. When Frederick kissed the tip of her nipple, he keenly felt Charlotte shiver slightly.

Frederick roughly tore off his clothes and pushed her down onto the bed.

Charlotte lay there, watching him lean over to kiss her deeply while unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside, then pulling down her underwear.

He couldn't wait to be inside her, and Charlotte willingly parted her legs to welcome his exploring fingers.

Frederick smirked between kisses, kneading her full hips before giving them a light slap. "Call me darling."

Charlotte gasped, "Darling."

She bent one leg to rub against him, feeling his hot, hard erection pressing against her inner thigh.

At that moment, she felt as soft as a bunny. As a reward, Frederick leaned down to kiss her gently, then picked up his tie from the mess of clothes and, without a word, tied her hands to the headboard.

Charlotte looked a bit panicked but was held down by a hand on her stomach. Frederick slipped his fingers into her mouth. "Lick them properly."

With his long fingers in her mouth, Charlotte couldn't help but salivate. Hearing Frederick's words, her body grew hotter, and she obediently licked his fingers, her eyes lifting to gauge his reaction.

Ever since Charlotte had been rescued, Frederick could always see a hint of fear in her eyes, as if she was afraid he'd leave. So, whenever he wanted something, she'd always comply.

Her bound figure, struggling even to move closer, was incredibly enticing. The disheveled scene on her body added a rough, almost violent edge to the moment. Frederick thrust shallowly inside her, while roughly kneading her breasts, occasionally pinching her already hard nipples.

The more Charlotte licked, the more she craved. Every touch on her body fueled her desire, but she couldn't reach out to touch Frederick's bare shoulders or get the deep, possessive kiss she wanted.

Finally, after teasing her slick tongue enough, Frederick pulled his fingers out and moved them down to prepare her.

She was already wet down there.

Her body still vividly remembered the pleasure of lovemaking. Charlotte felt like she was burning up, losing her mind. As she felt herself being stretched, she let out a long, low moan, clamping down tightly, unwilling to let go.

Frederick skillfully moved inside her warm, soft folds, thrusting in and out to help her adjust quickly.

Charlotte's breathing grew hazy. He leaned down to lick her lips, sealing all her sounds, before stimulating her further.

Her sensitive spot wasn't too deep, and every thrust drove her wild, but she couldn't moan out loud. All she could do was cling to his teasing tongue, her body tensing as she silently endured.

Her voice started to carry a hint of a sob. "Untie me, darling. I want to hold you. Please, take me. I need it."

Frederick, like a sweet liar, kissed the corner of her eye. "What do you want?"

"I want your big cock!" Charlotte felt like she was being teased, but she rubbed her nipples against Frederick's chest, practically begging him to take her hard.

The process of entering her was slow and deliberate, filling her up until it almost hurt, a subtle pain as she opened herself completely to another person's invasion, body and soul.

Frederick had eyes that were good at hiding emotions. Countless feelings had silently passed through them, but at this moment, they only reflected her.

Charlotte couldn't be more addicted to this feeling.

She let out unconscious sounds, almost like crying, and then felt a gentle touch. In what should have been a rough and erotic encounter, Frederick lowered his head, softly stroking her face and giving her a tender, light kiss.

His other hand still kneaded her beautiful hips, and his thrusts below didn't slow down, yet at this moment, Frederick carried a hazy kind of gentleness, almost unreal.

Charlotte's bound hands struggled hard to break free but couldn't escape the tie's knot. Frederick bit her earlobe and thrust deeply.

She whimpered, feeling like he'd reached an unknown depth inside her, a sense that he might break her.

Frederick let go of her hips, gripping her waist instead, thrusting relentlessly deeper.

His heavy breaths mixed with slow, deliberate nibbles on her earlobe, neck, collarbone, and nipple, while his movements below grew wilder, more aggressive.

Charlotte was pushed against the headboard with each thrust, her mind slipping away, unable to even bite her lip, murmuring words she herself didn't understand.

Frederick reached up to untie her hands, and she immediately wrapped her arms around him tightly. Then she heard him grip her waist and say, "My wife."

Charlotte couldn't help but feel a rush of joy at those words, her body tightening instinctively.

Frederick found it amusing and, with a chuckle, continued thrusting while saying, "You're so hot."

He let out a low groan. "Spread your legs more. Should I make you cry?"

Charlotte's reaction was intense, her body clenching impossibly tight, burning up. "Frederick."

Every thrust from Frederick hit her sensitive spot hard. Her body contracted, not wanting him to pull out, but the friction against her tender flesh made her red, only for him to thrust back in heavily.

Frederick held her, relentlessly taking her.

Charlotte's stamina couldn't keep up, and eventually, she tried to pull away.

But the bed was small, and there was nowhere to escape. Instead, she was pinned down and taken, and even crying for mercy couldn't make him slow down.

The sheets beneath her were soaked with her fluids.

This lovemaking seemed endless. Sweat glued their bodies together, creating an illusion of melting into one, breaking the boundaries of their bodies.