Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 Jungle
Penny’s body betrayed her thoughts, responding with a heat that radiated through her pussy, pooling low in her abdomen.

It had been over a year since she had allowed herself to feel this alive, and the tension building inside her now was almost unbearable.

Ross seemed to sense it, his hands sliding down to her waist and pulling her closer until every inch of her was pressed against him.

When they finally broke apart, both were left breathless, their foreheads nearly touching.

The air between them was heavy, charged with unspoken promises and undeniable chemistry.

Standing in the middle of the room, their bodies still flush against each other, the moment felt electric, alive with possibilities.

Ross smirked, his gaze locked onto her flushed face. His voice was low and teasing as he murmured,

“You taste even better than I imagined, Penny.”

She didn’t reply with words. Instead, she leaned into him once more, her lips seeking his with a need that left no doubt about what she wanted.

That silent, unyielding pull told him everything he needed to know.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Penny,” Ross murmured, his lips brushing her ear as his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

His voice was low, rough, and dripping with desire.

Before Penny could fully process his words, Ross leaned down and swept her into his arms, holding her as if she weighed nothing.

“Ross!” she gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders, her heart racing from both his boldness and the sheer strength he exuded.

The world seemed to tilt as he strode confidently toward the bed, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory intensity.

Thud!

Penny landed on the soft mattress, her breath catching as Ross followed her down, his towering frame blanketing hers.

His hands rested on either side of her, his broad shoulders casting shadows over her smaller form.

Even with their clothes still on, the heat between them became almost unbearable, like an unspoken promise of what was to come.

Her cheeks flushed as Ross leaned closer, his dark, piercing eyes smoldering with passion.

He didn’t waste time. His lips claimed hers, warm and commanding, leaving her no room to think—only to feel.

“Mmm…” Penny let out a soft sound as his lips moved expertly against hers.

Ross deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding past her lips to explore her mouth. It was bold, almost reckless, and utterly consuming.

Penny’s mind spun as she tried to keep up, her own tongue tentatively meeting his.

At first, her movements were hesitant, unsure of how to respond to the sheer intensity he brought.

But Ross wasn’t just kissing her—he was guiding her, coaxing her, drawing out feelings she didn’t know she had.

His hand moved to cradle her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he kissed her harder.

The gesture, both tender and possessive, sent a wave of heat rushing through her.

Slowly, her uncertainty melted away, replaced by something primal and raw. Her tongue began to move with his, matching his rhythm.

As the kiss deepened, her body responded in ways she couldn’t control.

Her fingers slid up to tangle in his dark hair, pulling him closer, as if her body had a mind of its own.

The pleasure coursing through her veins made her heart pound wildly, her breaths coming faster.

Ross pulled back just enough to look at her, his lips slick and swollen from the intensity of their kiss.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.

Penny’s lips parted to respond, but before she could say anything, Ross leaned in again, his lips trailing down her jawline to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

She gasped as he nipped at her skin, his hot breath fanning against her neck.

Her body arched toward him, her senses overwhelmed by the way his lips and tongue moved over her. With every touch, every kiss, she felt the last remnants of her hesitation slipping away.

The fire inside her, one she had always kept tightly controlled, now burned brighter with every moment.

Ross’s hand slid down her side, his touch firm yet gentle, sending shivers through her.

He paused, looking into her eyes, silently asking for permission to continue.

Penny nodded, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

“You’re mine tonight, Penny,” Ross whispered, his voice both a promise and a command.

And as his lips found hers once more, she surrendered completely, letting herself get lost in the moment, in him, and in the irresistible pull between them.

They could feel each other’s heat, the air around them thick with tension and desire.

On the bed, they painted a picture of a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other—a raw, unfiltered need binding them together.

Passion crackled between them, electric and undeniable.

Even Penny, who had tried to suppress her emotions for so long, couldn’t deny how aroused she was in this moment.

It had been far too long since she had felt a man’s touch like this.

Her husband, Asher, hadn’t been the same since the attack.

The once-vibrant man she had married had turned into a shadow of his former self, burdened by pain and sorrow.

Their marriage had become a quiet struggle, a constant reminder of what they had lost.

But now, with Ross, all of that faded. In his arms, she could forget—if only for a little while.

A flicker of guilt crossed her mind as she thought about Asher.

She knew her husband had given her his blessing, wanted her to move on and find some semblance of happiness, yet she couldn’t ignore the pang of betrayal that lingered in her chest.

But as she looked up at Ross, she couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying every second of this.

Ross wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever seen—far from it.

His face was rugged and unremarkable, lacking the polished charm of someone conventionally attractive. Yet, none of that mattered.