Chapter 107 This Is Your Invitation
A pink silk nightgown, as smooth as her skin.
Beneath the nightgown, you could vaguely make out the curve of her peach-like bottom.
Rebecca's eyes were timid, and her look of being scared to death yet wanting to please him was painfully obvious.
"Rebecca..."
Looking down at her clear, innocent eyes, Frederick sighed helplessly. "Some things are only fun when both people want them, you know?"
After not sleeping well for a whole week, and having just taken a hot bath at home, Rebecca's head was foggy, feeling like she could fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes.
Rebecca nodded, then halfway through realized she really didn't understand, so she shook her head instead.
Seeing her confused state, Frederick shook his head and gently stroked her back. "Go to sleep."
She wanted to ask why.
Silently wondering to herself, she'd clearly felt his desire when they slept together before.
But his embrace was warm, and the hand on her back moved up and down, stroking her gently.
Rebecca's eyes went dark, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Rebecca's breath was sweet and steady—she'd fallen asleep almost instantly.
Looking down at her face, Frederick felt both frustrated and helpless.
He'd clearly told her to come to him first if she had any trouble.
But when such a big problem came up at school, she treated him like he didn't exist and paid for a lawyer herself.
And after everything was handled, she hadn't mentioned a single word to him.
Did she think it was none of his business?
Or did she think she could handle it herself?
With a long sigh, Frederick reached back and turned off the light.
Before Frederick could close his eyes, rustling sounds began.
As if sensing the light was off and the harsh brightness gone, Rebecca, who'd been loosely held in his arms, pressed tightly against him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
The air was filled with the faint scent of pear blossoms from her body.
Each breath felt like it had hooks, catching on his nearly collapsing heart.
Most torturous of all was the soft warmth in his arms.
The softer she was, the harder his body became.
And every touch with each breath made Frederick feel like he was about to explode.
The part he'd been forcibly suppressing seemed to hear a silent command and instantly stood at attention.
He shifted his body back a bit.
Before he could catch his breath, Rebecca in his arms pressed closer again.
After just a few rounds, Frederick's back had reached the edge of the bed.
One more retreat and he'd fall off.
"Becca..."
Wrapping his arms around Rebecca's body, Frederick lowered his head and bit her earlobe. "You're asking for this!"
In her sleep, Rebecca turned her head slightly from the pain.
Her lips brushed across the man's chest, and Frederick's heartbeat stuttered, his breathing suddenly chaotic.
With a slight effort of his arms, Rebecca floated lightly onto him.
Frederick moved to the middle of the bed and turned to lay her down.
The silky nightgown had already slid up to her waist during the movement, and everywhere his palm touched, he couldn't tell for a moment whether the silk was smoother or her skin softer.
His breathing ragged, Frederick regretted it.
He wished time could go back to just moments ago, to when Rebecca was looking at him timidly.
"Becca, Becca..."
Holding Rebecca in his arms, Frederick lowered his head and took her lips, extremely gentle.
The softness in his palm was like thick dough—with just a light touch, it could easily change shape.
And with each additional touch, his body grew harder and more unbearable.
Rebecca whimpered softly and shifted restlessly.
Frederick's body froze.
After a long moment, he gently released her and got up to go to the bathroom.