Chapter 188 Becca, I'm Serious
Rebecca thought she had already experienced Frederick's dominance and intensity in bed.
But just four days later, the experience was completely different.
"Frederick, don't..."
Her body went limp like mud, Rebecca clung weakly to Frederick, whispering, "I can't anymore, I need to..."
Before the last words left her mouth, Frederick kissed her.
His hand gripped her waist, his burning palm moving upward, trapping her entire body in his embrace.
Rebecca melted into Frederick's arms.
"Becca..."
Gentle kisses fell on her tilted-back chin.
His burning palm caressed her smooth back.
Frederick's tender kisses carried a hint of amusement, "You're the one who said you'd make it up to me, and now you’re the one saying no. Tell me, which should I believe?"
When she opened her eyes, Rebecca saw only restraint in Frederick’s gaze.
As if the person who had just wanted to crush her bones and embed her entire being into his body wasn't him at all. Rebecca pushed against his shoulder, trying to get up.
The moment she moved, Frederick flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. "Eat your fill and run? Becca, that's not how you take advantage of someone."
Rebecca wanted to say she wasn't taking advantage.
But Frederick didn't give her a chance to speak.
The tenderness and restraint from moments ago seemed like just a warm-up. The kisses winding downward carried sparks of heat, spreading like wildfire.
Her exhausted, empty body seemed to awaken again. Rebecca couldn't even remember when she had clung to him again.
The storm swept through, each wave threatening to capsize the floating boat.
The waves slapped against the beach.
The fragile boat rose and fell.
As if the next giant wave would tear the boat apart.
Rebecca felt like she was breaking. "Frederick, Frederick..."
At first, she could still call his name, but soon her words became fragmented, dissolving into soft moans filling the room.
In her ear was Frederick's satisfied, hoarse "Becca."
Occasionally accompanied by the sound of rushing wind.
When her body sank into the soft, warm blankets and was held in a secure embrace, Rebecca fell into a deep sleep.
When mint‑scented kisses tingled on her back, Rebecca felt she had only just fallen asleep.
Half-asleep, she turned over and mumbled, "Frederick, stop it!"
Frederick pressed down insistently. "Becca, I'm serious!"
The nibbling at her neck wound downward. When her ankle was grasped, Rebecca suddenly became fully awake.
She wanted to say no, but it was already too late.
Frederick was like the best drummer, effortlessly finding the most precise rhythm, instantly awakening her body.
The faint light of dawn slipped into the bedroom through the slowly opening curtains.
What gradually brightened wasn't just the sky outside the window, but also Rebecca's mind, going from clarity to haze.