Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 354

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The kiss lingered for over a minute, a passionate exchange that left both breathless.

When Ross finally pulled away, his breathing was heavy, and his desire was undeniable.

His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of her, his hunger growing with each passing second.

Without hesitation, he scooped Emma into his arms in a bridal carry, his movements firm yet careful, and walked to the bed.

He gently laid her down, stepping back to fully appreciate the vision before him.

Emma’s navy blue wrap dress clung to her figure in all the right ways.

The dress featured short, flutter sleeves and a V-neckline that hinted at her delicate collarbones.

Its midi-length, high-low hemline revealed just enough of her toned legs to leave him captivated, the back of the dress cascading gracefully while the front offered a more daring view.

The lightweight, semi-sheer fabric accentuated the fitted bodice that hugged her curves, while the flowy skirt gave an air of elegance to her allure.

Her nude-colored heels completed the ensemble, elongating her legs and enhancing her already stunning presence.

Ross’s eyes roamed over her, his lips curling into a slow, appreciative smile.

She looked like perfection itself, the dim light of the room casting a soft glow over her, making her seem almost ethereal.

He let the moment linger, savoring the sight of the breathtakingly gorgeous woman before him, knowing he had claimed something extraordinary.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I heard your voice, Emma. Now, every inch of you will belong to me,” Ross said, his voice low and filled with undeniable intent.

He began to strip, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment.

In the blink of an eye, he stood bare before her, his arousal already evident as his eyes drank in the sight of her lying defenseless on the bed.

Emma’s gaze flickered from his eyes down to the rest of his body, her breath hitching audibly as her eyes landed on him.

She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as she took in his sheer size.

Compared to her past lover—Erica’s father—who was merely average, Ross’s manhood was monstrous, an intimidating testament to his confidence.

She swallowed hard, her nerves flaring as she realized this encounter was going to be far more intense than she had anticipated.

“No wonder you’ve managed to build yourself a modern harem, Ross. You’re… big down there,” Emma whispered, her cheeks flushing at her own words.

Ross smirked, stepping closer.

“Do you like it big and thick, my lovely Emma?” he teased, his tone both playful and seductive.

“I… I don’t know,” Emma admitted in a soft, almost timid voice.

“I’ve only ever been with one man, and Erica’s father was nothing like you. Not nearly as… terrifying.” Her words faltered, her nerves showing.

It had been over five years since she’d been intimate with anyone, and the memories of her last relationship—marked by betrayal and heartbreak—still lingered.

She didn’t want to dwell on the past, but the scars it left were impossible to ignore.

Ross’s expression softened slightly, though the fire in his eyes remained.

“I see,” he murmured.

“Then I’m honored to be the only second man to love you, Emma.”

With that, he climbed onto the bed, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the intensity of his words.

He reached for her, his touch warm as he began to close the distance between them, determined to make her forget every bad memory and replace them with something unforgettable.

Ross kissed Emma again, his lips capturing hers with an almost desperate intensity, as though he had been starving for her and finally tasted salvation.

“Hmmmm…” he groaned deeply, the sound reverberating between them as he breathed her in.

Her scent wrapped around him, a tantalizing mix of expensive soap and the soft, lingering sweetness of her perfume.

It was subtle yet potent, the kind of fragrance that spoke of elegance and femininity.

Even her breath, warm and inviting, carried the faint taste of roses, leaving him intoxicated and craving more.

His desire surged as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the warm, inviting depths of her mouth with an unrestrained hunger.

He moved with the fervor of a man claiming something he had coveted for far too long, each flick of his tongue and every press of his lips demanding more from her.

Emma, caught between hesitation and the undeniable pull of his passion, felt her defenses crumble with each passing second.

As his body pressed against hers, the undeniable hardness of him made itself known.

The thick outline of his arousal pushed firmly against her, finding its way to the most sensitive spot between her legs.

Even through the thin barrier of her panties and dress, the sheer size and heat of him were impossible to ignore.

He began a slow, deliberate rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth, teasing her entrance with maddening precision.

Emma’s body betrayed her, responding to his every move. Heat pooled in her core, and she could feel her juices starting to soak through the thin fabric separating them.

Each teasing motion sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and she bit her lip to suppress the soft whimper threatening to escape.

Ross smirked against her lips, sensing her growing arousal. His hands weren’t idle.

One hand slid along the neckline of her dress, slipping beneath the fabric to find her breast.

His touch was firm yet reverent, his fingers grazing the delicate lace of her bra before cupping her fully.

He began to knead her breast, his thumb brushing against the hardened peak through the lace, sending sharp waves of sensation through her.

Not content with just one, he moved to the other, his hand sliding across her body with purpose.

He alternated between her breasts, his fingers expertly teasing her until her nipples hardened into taut peaks, sensitive and aching for more.

Emma couldn’t hold back the soft moan that slipped past her lips.

“Ahhhhhh…”