Chapter 302 Impulse is the Devil

Chapter 302 Impulse is the Devil

The noon sunlight was bright and brilliant.

Frederick had just gotten upstairs, and with one glance, he felt his tie was suddenly too tight.

On the snow-white bed, Rebecca, in a black camisole nightgown, looked both seductive and enchanting, beautiful like an elf princess escaped from a dark forest.

Her shy gaze as she bit her lip and looked at him was full of bashfulness, as if one more look from him would make her hide completely under the covers.

His tie silently fell to the floor.

His watch was unbuckled and placed on the table.

Frederick walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, surprise overflowing from his eyes. "Becca, I love the way you ambush me!"

The warm, bright sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making everything in sight dazzlingly clear.

So bright that she could see the nearly explosive wild desire in his eyes.

So bright that she could see the goosebumps rising on her own skin under his burning gaze.

However bold she'd been while preparing,

That's how shy she felt in this moment.

Rebecca thought she must be crazy!

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In that moment, even the danger responded to his promise, telling her clearly and truly that he really cared about her.

She couldn't even remember how she'd absent-mindedly gone to the restaurant, or how she'd explained the vacation and competition matters to Esme.

All morning, Rebecca had only one thought on her mind.

She wanted to see him!

She wanted to see him show, with his actions, just how much he loved her!
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To cover up her improper motives, Rebecca stopped by a sleepwear shop and also picked up lunch.

She figured with lunch as cover, her craziness wouldn't seem quite so shameless, right?

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"Becca, Becca..."

Even his blood was screaming—kiss her, have her, possess her.

But in this moment, Frederick seemed reluctant, only wishing time could stretch out infinitely like it had this morning.

Gentle and lingering, burning kisses slid from her brow all the way down to the tip of her nose.

Rebecca parted her lips slightly, her clear eyes gradually becoming moist.

Her slender fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons of his shirt.

Frederick smiled and leaned down to kiss her fiercely.

It must be too hot on the top floor!

Yes, that must be it!

Frederick's embrace was hot, his kisses were hot, even his palms were hot.

Everywhere he touched, Rebecca felt like she was about to melt.

The black thin straps hung loosely on her arms, preventing her from wrapping them around his neck.

Rebecca whimpered softly.

Frederick's kisses fell on her pale shoulders.

Before Rebecca could lift her arms to follow his movements, there was a soft tearing sound, and both thin straps slipped down silently.

The black nightgown bunched loosely at her waist.

Her already jade-white skin seemed to glow, and with just one look, Frederick's eyes darkened completely.

"Becca..."

The soft edge of the nightgown slid across his abs.

Rebecca's pale arms draped over his shoulders.

Everywhere he looked, every image stimulated his already fragile nerves. The beast in the cage of Frederick's heart roared wildly, as if urging him on!

But he couldn't bear to!

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His movements became even gentler, though Frederick only kissed her more fiercely.

The dense kisses had just fallen on her neck when he suddenly remembered the last time he'd left kiss marks. Rebecca had been both embarrassed and angry, forbidding him from kissing her neck for several days.

There had been so many social events and banquets lately. Becca was so beautiful—every style of dress looked gorgeous on her like a fairy. How could he let a few kiss marks make her give up so many beautiful dresses?

"Becca, I'll be gentle..."

Gentle kisses slid across Rebecca's slender swan neck, but suddenly intensified when they reached the soft flesh.

"Frederick!"

Rebecca cried out, then, remembering the office was downstairs, abruptly stopped.

In the past, Rebecca would have bitten him back fiercely.

His shoulder would do.

Or his chest.

Even if it was hard, she could at least show her displeasure.

But Frederick was bent so low, and his hands gripped her waist so tightly.

Kick him?

She couldn't bear to.

Her heart floating without anchor, Rebecca bit her lip, her hands unconsciously threading into his hair.

Burning kisses circled the soft flesh for a long time, then traveled downward.

When a faint tingling slid across the soft flesh of her inner thigh, Rebecca threw her head back, her whole face flushed red. "Frederick, no, don't!"

"Becca, don't what?"

Hot breath scattered in the air and fell on her body. Frederick's movements didn't stop; only his crimson eyes looked wickedly at Rebecca's face. "Becca, if you're uncomfortable, I can stop!"

Should he stop?

No!

But Rebecca couldn't say it out loud.

Frederick seemed to understand anyway!

Restrained breathing sounds.

Occasional screams escaping through fingers.

Her gaze swept across the azure sky outside the window. Rebecca felt like she'd become a snowflake tumbling through the air.

Wild wind swept across the earth, lifting up the already thin snow.

Snow particles leaped up and scattered in the air, but just as they were swaying and spinning about to land, they were swept up high again by the wind.

The howling wind.

Soft sobbing sounds.

The air filled with a sweet, heady scent.

After a very long time, it felt as if the exploding firework fragments slowly fell back down like warm, flowing water sliding across her skin.
It flowed downward, seeping into the lake of her heart.
Rippling outward in circles.

It was ultimate comfort,
Followed by ultimate exhaustion.

Rebecca felt every cell in her body, from head to toe, was lazy and without any strength.

She wanted to threaten him fiercely to forget this afternoon, never to mention it again!

She also wanted to turn over shyly and not look at his eyes full of satisfied laughter.

But Rebecca didn't want to move at all.

She vaguely remembered Frederick's kisses falling gently on her brow and lips.

Frederick's voice was also unprecedentedly tender: "Becca, I love you so very much!"

Rebecca moved her mouth, but in the end didn't say a single word before falling into a deep sleep.