Chapter 151 Is That Okay
"Becca..."
The kiss that had been fierce and urgent a moment ago suddenly became gentle. Frederick kissed the corner of Rebecca's lips with extreme restraint and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I?"
Rebecca froze.
The next instant, Rebecca came to her senses.
On their first night sharing a bed, noticing her tension and withdrawal, Frederick had said clearly: Rebecca, I won't force you!
That deep, stern Frederick who always remained calm and composed no matter what—at this moment, his eyes were fixed intently on her, asking for her opinion?
The string of anxiety that had been wavering in Rebecca's heart suddenly snapped with a twang.
"Can you what?"
Asking softly, Rebecca raised her head to meet Frederick's crimson eyes. "What if I say no?"
Frederick's breathing hitched.
There wasn't a trace of disappointment on his face, as if this was something he had expected.
Frederick raised his hand to fix the thin strap he had broken in his moment of passion.
The next instant, Rebecca's kiss pressed against his lips. "Honey..."
Along with her kiss came her water-soft body.
All reason and restraint in his heart crumbled to dust at that moment. His already surging blood seemed to roar instantly, and Frederick's breathing became suddenly heavy.
"Becca, Becca..."
His dark, tender voice penetrated deep into her bones.
Frederick fiercely captured Rebecca's lips.
The coolness from moments before now turned entirely into burning heat.
And each scorching kiss was like a spark igniting fireworks.
Sparks flew, spreading from her slender swan-like neck downward, climbing peaks, descending to valleys, then lingering and circling.
Everywhere they touched, a winding trail of flames ignited.
Just from one kiss, Rebecca's eyes had already lost focus.
At first she could still cling to his shoulders and hold him tight, but as the burning kisses traveled downward...
Her hands suddenly empty, a sense of emptiness followed.
Before Rebecca could grasp wildly at the sheets, Frederick's burning body covered hers.
"Becca..."
His magnetic, husky voice was like seductive threads reaching out from the darkness, densely wrapping around her ears, traveling through, and settling in the deepest part of her heart.
And everywhere his palms touched, the burning heat was replaced by tingling numbness—an unfamiliar sensation she'd never experienced before.
"Frederick... Frederick..."
As danger approached, Rebecca instinctively held onto Frederick.
The biting kiss became gentle again. "Becca, don't be afraid..."
The moment pain struck, Rebecca bit down on Frederick's neck.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Frederick's lips curved into a pleased arc, as if it were some kind of badge of honor.
Only his hands around Rebecca's slender waist became even more gentle.
"Becca, Becca..."
Rebecca's hair was soaked with sweat, strands clinging to her cheeks and neck.
Her golden hair made her honey-pink skin look like a precious gemstone.
Her eyelashes trembled, as if she were utterly exhausted.
Frederick kissed her as if he could never get enough, his kisses falling densely on her shoulders and back. The torment and anticipation of recent days seemed to receive their satisfying reward in this moment.