Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Hidden Secret
There was no need for further words as Ross explored every inch of Althea’s body, his touch both possessive and reverent.

At 5’7″, she was just two inches taller than April, the shortest among his harem, yet she carried herself with a grace that made her seem taller, almost untouchable—like a goddess descended from the heavens.

Every curve of her body was a masterpiece, sculpted by the hands of fate itself.

Her face was angelic, radiating an innocence that made her seem pure and untainted, yet her eyes held a flicker of something far deeper—an untamed fire that only he could ignite.

Her body was a tantalizing contradiction, soft yet firm, delicate yet strong, every line and contour designed to tempt and beguile.

She was perfection incarnate, the kind of woman who could awaken even the deepest slumber with just a glance or a whisper.

Her presence alone was intoxicating, her beauty both a blessing and a curse for anyone who laid eyes on her.

Ross felt his desire deepen with every touch, every caress.

He could devour her entirely, savoring her intoxicating allure without leaving a single trace behind.

She was utterly, irresistibly delicious, and in that moment, she was his alone.

He lifted his right hand, gently tilting Althea’s face upward, his fingers brushing against her soft skin as their eyes locked in an unspoken connection.

In that moment, no words were needed—only the language of their gazes, deep and intense, filled with emotions neither dared to say aloud.

Time seemed to stand still as they silently communicated, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them.

A dozen heartbeats later, Ross leaned in, his lips finding Althea’s with unrelenting fervor.

The kiss wasn’t soft or hesitant; it erupted with the force of bottled-up passion, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

“Hahhh…” Althea gasped into his mouth, her surprise melting into surrender as Ross claimed her completely.

“Mmm…” she moaned softly, her voice muffled by the kiss, her body instinctively leaning into him.

There was no gentleness in Ross’s approach; it was pure, unrestrained hunger.

His lips moved against hers with commanding dominance, sucking, biting, and teasing in a way that left her breathless.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring her mouth as if determined to learn every detail, every hidden secret.

He was relentless, his fervor a consuming fire that left her trembling in his arms.

As the kiss deepened, Ross’s hands slid down to her waist with practiced ease, his grip firm yet careful as he lifted her effortlessly.

Althea felt weightless in his hold, as though she belonged there, cradled against him.

He pressed her against the wall, the cool surface sending a shiver through her heated body, heightening the intensity of their connection.

Pinned between his body and the wall, Althea felt entirely at his mercy, yet she found no fear—only an intoxicating thrill that made her pulse race.

Ross’s lips never left hers, continuing their assault as if he couldn’t get enough, his hands roaming her curves possessively.

His desire was raw, almost primal, and it ignited something deep within her—a need that matched his, pulling her into the storm of his passion.

His movements were steady yet deliberate, ensuring her comfort even as his hand supported her weight as though she were made of air.

The firm hold of his arm around her waist anchored her to him, while his touch spoke of both strength and restraint.

Ross leaned in once more, his lips returning to her skin, but this time with a new tenderness that contrasted the earlier fervor.

He began trailing soft, fleeting kisses across Althea’s beautiful face.

Each kiss was deliberate and placed with reverence—the curve of her nose, the delicate arch of her cheekbones, the softness of her chin, the smooth expanse of her forehead.

It was as though he was memorizing her, worshiping her in his own silent way, before returning to her lips, where he lingered with a kiss that was deep, slow, and filled with unspoken promises.

Althea’s arms tightened around him, and instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer.

The intimate press of their bodies sent a shiver through her, and even through the thick denim of his jeans, she could feel the hard, insistent bulge against her.

The realization sent heat flooding to her cheeks, her breath hitching as her heart thundered in her chest.

She clung to him, her fingers curling into his shirt as her body responded to his in ways she couldn’t control.

Her thighs tightened around him, her body pressing closer in an unconscious plea for more.

The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming, and she felt as if she were falling into him completely.

If she had dared to glance down, she would have seen the undeniable evidence of his desire—his arousal pressing boldly against the fabric of his jeans, straining to be freed.

The big head of his cock was already peeking upwards to his navel area.

The heat between them grew with every passing moment, the tension thick and electric, as though the air itself carried the weight of their longing.

Ross’s lips found hers again, his kiss deepening, and in that moment, it was as if nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.

“Ohhhhhh…” Althea’s moan deepened, resonating with the raw pleasure coursing through her body.

For five blissful minutes, Ross took his time, indulging in slow yet meticulous foreplay, his touch and attention so focused it left her trembling with anticipation.

His hands traced the curves of her body with care, memorizing the lines of her form, just as he had done with the contours of her face.

His lips moved with precision, teasing and tantalizing as he painted trails of heat across her sensitive skin.

When Ross’s lips reached her ears, he pressed soft kisses along the delicate curve before his tongue darted out to tease her earlobe.

“My love… ohhhhh…” The sensation sent jolts of pleasure down her spine, drawing louder, breathier moans from her lips.

He lingered there for a moment, his warm breath grazing her skin, before moving downward, his mouth finding her neck.