Chapter 152 Becca, I Want More
Rebecca couldn't even remember whether she had passed out or just fallen asleep.
After the ultimate pleasure, her brain seemed to relax along with her body, and darkness swept over her.
From somewhere far away, she could hear Frederick calling "Becca" over and over, and feel his gentle caresses on her back.
When she woke up again, it was Frederick's soft kisses that roused her.
Her back was pressed tightly against Frederick's chest, fitting perfectly. Gentle kisses traveled up from her back, landing on her cheek and the corner of her lips.
The fine stubble that had grown overnight grazed her shoulder and neck, sending waves of tingling sensations through her.
Still drowsy, before Rebecca could mumble "stop it"—
"Frederick!"
She cried out in alarm and lifted her foot to kick him.
But that seemed to give Frederick an opening.
With a muffled laugh, Frederick wrapped his arms tightly around Rebecca from behind.
This night had been long and sweet for Frederick.
As if he couldn't bear to sleep.
Opening his eyes, the stunning face he'd been thinking about day and night was right before him.
Rebecca was adorable even in her sleep.
Closing his eyes, Rebecca was in his arms.
And the wonderful experience from moments ago told him with crystal clarity through every racing heartbeat: Becca was his!
All night long, he woke and slept, slept and woke.
Finally waiting until this moment, Frederick couldn't hold back any longer.
"Becca, good morning! And also..."
Her jade-colored skin was smooth as milk.
His Rebecca—in dreams, she was always just out of reach, but right now, she was beside him, in his arms.
Frederick kissed her hungrily, his voice hoarse: "I want you again!"
Rebecca felt like her cheeks were burning up.
How could he say such things?
Clutching the pillow and burying her face in it, she couldn't control the broken sounds escaping from her throat.
Rebecca was completely embarrassed.
The weight behind her lifted, and as she was turned over, Rebecca instinctively closed her eyes to avoid looking at him.
The expected overwhelming didn't come right away.
The instant her ankle was grabbed, Rebecca opened her eyes, feeling like her soul was about to scatter.
She lifted her foot to kick him, but he caught it.
"Frederick..."
His response was gentle kisses.
The shift from gentle to fierce happened in an instant, and her dazed soul kept floating in the clouds.
For the first time, Rebecca realized that kisses alone could make someone lose their mind.
Even though he had just started.
Holding her lips and grinding against them softly, watching her cheeks flush red as she didn't dare open her eyes, Frederick felt an urge to crush her into his embrace.
The heavy curtains slowly slid open, and bright daylight filtered through the white sheer curtains.
The hazy light fell on Becca, and every inch of her skin captivated him.
"Frederick, don't..."
"Frederick..."
Embarrassing sounds arose, each one testing her nerves.
Rebecca called out softly, but Frederick interrupted her, "Becca, what did you call me?"
"Mr. Windsor?"
Her mind wasn't quite clear. Rebecca clung tightly to his shoulders, only knowing that Frederick was very dissatisfied.
Sure enough, Frederick looked at her with dark eyes, "Becca?"
Punishment came.
Along with payback for her slip of the tongue.
"Honey..."
Rebecca corrected herself.
Before Rebecca could catch her breath, Frederick held her even tighter.