Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Miss Generous
Ross’s kisses along her neck were deliberate and consuming. He licked and nipped at her soft skin, eliciting shivers that traveled through her entire body.

His lips lingered on the hollow of her throat, pressing harder, more possessively, before trailing lower, leaving a trail of warmth and yearning in his wake.

“Ahhhhh…” Althea gasped and tilted her head back, giving him full access as his mouth continued its descent, each movement igniting a fire that burned hotter and brighter.

When Ross finally reached her chest, he paused, his gaze fixed on the generous expanse of her cleavage. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the anticipation evident in her flushed skin.

Her twin peaks were truly a gift from heaven—full, round, and impossibly enticing.

Ross’s lips curved into a faint smile of appreciation before he lowered his head, pressing soft, lingering kisses against the exposed skin of her cleavage.

He kissed, licked, and sucked with deliberate intent, savoring the way her body responded to him.

“Ohhhh… I miss you, my love…” Althea whimpered under his ministrations, her hands tangling in his hair as her back arched, pressing herself closer to him.

The thin fabric of her bra did little to conceal the bounty of her curves or the prominent, lewd peaks of her aroused nipples, which strained visibly against the material.

Ross’s hands moved to her sides, gently sliding along the curve of her waist before coming to rest at the base of her ribcage.

His lips continued their exploration, his tongue tracing the edge of her bra as if testing the limits of her restraint.

Even with the barrier between them, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the unspoken invitation that made his own desire surge.

Each kiss, lick, and touch was a declaration, a promise that he intended to savor every moment with her. Althea’s moans filled the air, soft and breathy, mingling with the sound of his own uneven breathing.

Time seemed to blur as Ross continued, his focus entirely on her, his movements a perfect blend of tenderness and passion, leaving her utterly breathless and yearning for more.

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Hmmmmm…”

The room was filled with Althea’s sweet symphony of sounds—panting, gasping, and moaning. Each note seemed to resonate within the heated atmosphere, igniting Ross’s senses even further.

Every soft exhalation and breathless murmur sent waves of desire coursing through him, stoking the flames of his hunger.

His arousal, already straining against his jeans, grew impossibly harder, the aching need to claim her threatening to overwhelm him.

Ross’s hands continued their survey, tracing her curves and committing every inch of her to memory.

His lips left trails of heat along her skin, but his thoughts lingered elsewhere—on what lay beneath the last barriers of her clothing. With deliberate care, his fingers slid beneath the hem of Althea’s top.

“Whoosh!” The soft fabric slid upward and over her head, falling carelessly to the floor. Ross froze for a moment, his eyes devouring the sight before him.

Althea’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her flushed skin glowing with a mix of desire and anticipation.

Her full, generous bosom was still partially hidden by the thin lace of her bra, but even so, the sight was enough to take his breath away.

Her curves were perfection itself, a masterpiece that seemed almost too good to be real.

The delicate fabric of her bra struggled to contain her, her cleavage pressed together in a way that made Ross’s hands itch to touch her.

The faint outline of her nipples, hard and straining against the lace, teased him mercilessly, leaving him utterly entranced.

His eyes darkened with lust, his breathing growing heavier as he reached forward once more.

His fingers found the clasp at the front of her bra, trembling slightly with anticipation as he prepared to release her from the final barrier between them.

His thoughts swirled with a mix of reverence and raw, unrestrained hunger.

But just as his fingers began to undo the clasp, a gentle hand stopped him. Althea’s delicate fingers, which had been tangled in his hair moments before, now rested firmly on his wrist.

Her touch was soft yet resolute, halting him in his tracks.

Ross’s breath hitched, and he looked up to meet her gaze. Althea’s eyes shimmered with a complex mix of emotions—vulnerability, uncertainty, and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, but there was a clear message in her expression.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The unspoken tension between them hung in the air, heavy and charged, yet her subtle gesture was enough to ground him.

Ross swallowed hard, his fingers relaxing as he withdrew his hand, respecting her silent request.

He studied her face intently, searching for any hint of doubt or fear.

What he saw instead was confusion, hesitation, and indecision—exactly as planned. He had to maintain his act, no matter what.

“Perfect.” Our op evil mc smiled within. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to rein in the storm of emotions raging within him.

His hands moved to her waist instead, holding her gently but securely as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

The heat between them remained, burning brightly, but he knew that patience would be rewarded, that taking his time would make this moment all the more meaningful.

Althea’s expression softened, her hand slipping back into his hair as she leaned into his touch.

Her body still pressed against his, the tension between them unbroken, but now layered with a deeper connection.

Ross offered a sad, bittersweet smile, his eyes lingering on her face as if memorizing every detail. Slowly, he loosened his hold, his hands brushing against her arms as he let her go.

For a moment, his touch lingered, reluctant to break the connection entirely. Then, with a deep breath, he gently released her, stepping back as Althea found her balance, now standing on her own two feet once more.

“My love… I t…” Althea began, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. Her heart raced, and her breath hitched in her chest. She recognized that look all too well.