Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Chapter 284 Reflection
“I’m so sorry,” Imari whispered, her voice barely audible above the soft thump of her heart.

Tears pricked her eyes, not just from the embarrassment of the semen on her face, but from the fear of having disappointed Ross.

She didn’t know what to do, the situation overwhelming her. She gently licked the sticky substance from her face, her tongue tracing the contours of the droplets, savoring the taste.

Then, with a mix of delicacy and urgency, she scooped up the remaining drops with her fingers, her touch tentative but focused.

She sucked on each one, her expression intense, her desire to please palpable. The fear of his disapproval, of him thinking her clumsy or uncaring, gnawed at her.

She’d seen countless pornographic videos, each one reinforcing the idea that a woman should want every drop of a man’s release, that it was a sign of devotion and desirability, and now, she wanted to prove she understood.

She yearned to show him how much she cared, how eager she was to please him, how much she wanted to be more than just a partner, but a part of him.

This desperate need to please ignited something in him, a flicker of tenderness and understanding.

Seeing her so eager, so intensely focused, so beautiful in her desperation, softened Ross.

“It’s okay, Imari,” he said, his voice soft and soothing.

“We have plenty of time, and besides, I kinda love how my load of come looks on your beautiful face.” He paused, his gaze lingering on her.

Imari met his eyes, searching for any hint of mockery or condescension. Finding none, a wave of relief washed over her, so profound it almost brought her to her knees.

“Really?” she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.

“Yes, really,” Ross confirmed, his eyes locking with hers. “Now, it’s my turn to show you just how beautiful you are.” With that, he moved onto the bed, his body enveloping hers, their forms merging, their desires intertwined.

The air crackled with anticipation. What followed was a progression of tender touches and passionate exploration, their bodies and desires becoming one.

“Hmmm…” Imari gasped as she was kissed before she could fully prepare herself. The kiss was hot and wet, igniting a fire deep within her as Ross’s tongue slid into her mouth, shocking her to her core.

He seemed so large and imposing, yet she was taken aback by the tenderness with which he held her.

It felt as though she were floating on clouds, and before she realized what was happening, her back was pressed against the soft comfort of the bed.

Little by little, expert hands began to undress her, and all she could do was moan loudly into the kiss, overwhelmed by a mixture of anticipation and pleasure.

Each layer of clothing that fell away heightened her senses, amplifying the heat pooling in her stomach.

When they were finally both naked, Ross took his time exploring her body, kissing his way down from her neck, lingering over her rich, bountiful bosom.

“Ross, not there! Come back here and kiss me some more,” Imari urged, her voice thick with desire. The urgency in her tone reflected the growing addiction she felt to his kisses, and they had barely just begun.

However, Ross ignored her plea, focusing his attention on her pink nipples instead. He suckled and teased, drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips.

They stood proud and defiant, a testament to her femininity, and it was evident that no one had yet explored them in such an intimate way. Ross, however, was determined to change that.

As his mouth explored her, Imari felt a thrilling mixture of excitement and impatience wash over her.

Each flick of his tongue and gentle tug sent shivers coursing through her body, igniting a passion she hadn’t fully understood until now.

She squirmed beneath him, craving more of his attention, more of his touch, as if he were a master painter, delicately crafting a masterpiece on her skin.

“Ross…” she gasped again, her voice a mix of desire and desperation.

She tried to pull him back to her lips, aching for that intoxicating connection, but the sensations radiating from his ministrations made it difficult to think, to form coherent thoughts.

The world around her faded away, leaving only the two of them in this bubble of heat and longing.

With every caress and kiss, Imari felt herself surrendering further to the pleasure he was creating.

The heat between them intensified, and the air seemed charged with a tantalizing energy that made her heart race.

She could feel the beat of her pulse in her ears, drowning out everything but the sound of their breaths mingling and the soft rustle of the sheets beneath them.

Ross’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with an expertise that left her breathless. He took his time, reveling in the beauty of her form as if she were a rare treasure.

She could feel herself growing more and more vulnerable yet utterly exhilarated under his touch.

Imari was lost in a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, trepidation, and a deep, insatiable desire that seemed to consume her whole.

“Please, Ross…” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper now, laced with longing. “I need you to do something. More. Please.”

Her plea hung in the air, charged with unspoken promises and desires.

She could feel her body responding to him, the heat pooling deeper, the urgency building within her as if she were on the brink of something extraordinary.

Imari was ready to take that leap, to embrace this moment of passion fully.

As Ross lifted his head, meeting her gaze, she saw that same fire reflected in his eyes—an unquenchable thirst that mirrored her own.

In that moment, she knew they were about to embark on an unforgettable journey together, one that would leave an indelible mark on both their hearts.

“So this is how Ren must have felt back then,” Imari thought to herself, finally understanding just how skilled Ross was on the bed.