Chapter 170 Becca, Bite Gently
The brief sting of pain vanished in an instant, turning into a gentle nibble.
Frederick's breath caught.
Looking down, he saw Rebecca's eyes full of innocence, as if she had done nothing at all.
Her cheeks were flushed with desire, a soft pink glow.
The corners of her eyes slightly reddened.
As if one more move from him would bring tears to her eyes.
Pure yet seductive!
His boiling blood surged, and Frederick softened his movements. His kisses became gentler, too. "Becca, bite softer!"
Rebecca finally understood why men and women always got lost in passion.
Before, she was afraid of pain, afraid of rough treatment, afraid of those kisses mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol—just thinking about it made her feel sick and unbearable.
But sometimes she was curious why Frederick could never control his wandering eyes, could never control his lower half, always drifting between several women.
Yet in just a few short days, Rebecca seemed to have awakened!
So some things really do become addictive once you've had a taste.
It's something you can get hooked on!
"Like this..."
Her tongue slid across his chest muscles, leaving a trail of wetness. Rebecca looked up at Frederick and playfully bit him lightly again. "Or like this?"
Where her palm touched, Frederick's firm muscles instantly hardened like stone.
His eyes turned crimson with surging desire.
What changed even more was the danger that was now closing in.
"Frederick!..."
Rebecca cried out and tried to pull back, but it was too late.
Her body pressed down heavily, as if sinking into soft, bouncy clouds. Frederick held the soft body in his arms, grinding fiercely against her lips and neck while his palm pressed against her slender, delicate lower back.
As if he wanted to crush Rebecca into his embrace.
"Becca, Becca?"
His voice was hoarse and rough, yet Frederick's movements were exceptionally gentle. He kept calling Rebecca's name, as if trying to sense her pleasure or discomfort.
Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson.
During those days together, she had desperately wanted to escape back to her bedroom, saying she couldn't take it anymore.
But they had only been apart for two nights.
When he left, she felt an emptiness, as if her soul had been stripped away, too.
She lifted her neck to reach him, but before she could grasp that emptiness, Frederick came after her again.
But Rebecca didn't want him to leave.
Not even a little bit.
Her wrists loosely hooked around his neck.
Her long legs wrapped around his waist.
In her remaining moments of clarity, Rebecca felt like she had become the dodder flower in the forest, tightly winding around the branches and leaves of a large tree.
At first, she could still passively respond to his fierce and burning kisses, but soon Rebecca felt like ice cream melting into a puddle under the hot sun.
The room was filled with intimacy.
So tired she could barely keep her eyes open, Rebecca felt like she could fall asleep if she just rolled over.
Frederick pursued her from behind, relentless, scattering kisses like stars across her back. The scattered tingles gradually connected into a seamless net that trapped Rebecca, leaving her nowhere to escape.
"Becca, Becca..."
Frederick's voice penetrated to her bones. "Becca, turn around and look at me, okay?"
"No..."
She shrank from the unbearable ticklish sensation and scooted a good distance toward the edge of the bed. Rebecca mumbled drowsily, "Frederick, I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm so tired!"
His breathing hitched. Frederick wrapped his long arm around her and pulled her back into his embrace. "Then sleep well. I'll give you a massage, okay?"
Rebecca couldn't remember how she answered.
She vaguely heard "Becca, good night," and then her mind went dark as she fell into a deep sleep.