Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Fireplace
While the rest of the multiverse unfolded in its countless stories, triumphs, and tragedies, Ross cared for nothing else but Jessica. Tonight, the world outside ceased to matter.

His focus, his thoughts, and his desires were entirely consumed by the woman sitting before him.

Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her figure framed by the soft glow of the room’s ambient lighting. She wore a delicate white lingerie set that clung to her curves with an almost ethereal quality.

The fabric’s intricate lace patterns seemed to shimmer, emphasizing her purity while hinting at the passion simmering beneath the surface.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hands rested nervously on her lap, fingers fidgeting slightly as she tried to steady her breathing.

Ross’s gaze softened as he took in the sight of her. The innocence in her posture, the nervous energy in her eyes—it all made her even more breathtaking.

“You’re beautiful, Jessica,” Ross said, his voice low and filled with warmth.

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and a shy smile tugged at her lips. Her nerves, which had been a steady hum throughout the evening, began to ease as his sincerity washed over her.

Ross stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. The distance between them closed with each step, the air growing heavier with anticipation.

When he finally reached her, he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Without another word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

“Mmmm…” Jessica moaned softly against his mouth, her initial tension melting away as she gave in to the kiss.

This was their first kiss—one she had imagined countless times but never truly believed could feel so perfect. Ross’s lips were warm and firm, moving with a confidence that left her breathless.

Her hands instinctively reached for his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she clung to him.

Ross kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion, his lips conveying everything words couldn’t.

He had waited for this moment, patiently giving her the space she needed to come to terms with their relationship. Now, as she responded to him with growing fervor, he knew the wait had been worth it.

Jessica’s senses were overwhelmed. His scent—a mix of clean soap and something uniquely Ross—was intoxicating.

The heat of his body so close to hers sent shivers down her spine, and the way his hands cradled her face made her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t expected.

Her breathing grew heavier as Ross deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against hers, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Her body trembled, not from fear but from an unfamiliar, exhilarating sense of desire that coursed through her.

And then she felt it—his hand sliding down her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before settling between her thighs.

“Hmmmp!” Jessica gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily as his fingers found their mark. He teased her gently, his touch exploring her through the thin fabric of her lingerie.

His movements were slow, deliberate, and maddeningly precise, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

Jessica’s body reacted instinctively, her legs parting slightly to grant him better access. The heat pooling between her thighs grew almost unbearable, and she couldn’t stop the soft moans that escaped her lips.

Ross smirked as he watched her, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re so sensitive, Jessica,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “I can feel how ready you are for me.”

Jessica’s cheeks burned at his words, but the growing ache within her left no room for embarrassment. She wanted more—needed more. Her hips shifted subtly, silently pleading for him to go further.

But Ross, ever the master of patience, continued to tease her. His fingers traced her slick folds, skillfully avoiding giving her exactly what she craved.

The sensation was torturous in the most delicious way, leaving her body trembling with anticipation.

Ross…” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible as she clung to him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of longing and vulnerability.

He smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I know, Jessica. Trust me—I’ll take care of you,” he promised, his tone soothing yet filled with promise.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she let herself relax further into his touch, surrendering to the moment and the man who now held her in every way imaginable.

The night was only beginning, and Jessica couldn’t help but feel that this was the start of something far greater than she had ever dared to dream.

“I want to see you. All of you, my wife,” Ross said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine.

He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation as they reached for the hem of her nightwear.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid the fabric upward, savoring every inch of her bare skin as it came into view.

When the garment slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet, Ross’s breath caught in his throat. For the first time, he saw her completely, and the sight was nothing short of breathtaking. Her full, round breasts stood proud, her soft pink nipples pebbled slightly in the cool air.

His gaze traveled downward, tracing the gentle curve of her waist to the seductive flare of her hips, her figure like that of a goddess sculpted to perfection.

Jessica’s beauty was otherworldly—her face, angelic yet laced with a raw, feminine allure, framed by her cascading hair. Her skin glowed like porcelain, smooth and flawless under the dim light.

And there, at the apex of her thighs, her most intimate beauty was revealed, delicate and inviting, like a flower unfurling its petals for the first time.

Ross’s lips parted as he drank in the sight of her, his chest tightening with desire so fierce it almost hurt.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes dark with unrestrained hunger.

Every inch of her was a masterpiece, an innate, absolute beauty that seemed almost too good to be real.

Unable to hold back, Ross stepped closer, his hands reaching out as if to confirm that she was truly there, warm and alive beneath his touch.

“You’re as beautiful as I imagined you to be,” he murmured, his voice trembling slightly, “and I’m never letting you go.”