Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Chapter 482 Ad Hoc
The mirror before her reflected the flushed expression on her face, her lips parted, eyes glazed with desire.

Ross met her gaze through the reflection, his expression dark with possessive hunger.

“You’re mine, Amy,” he growled, leaning down to press his lips against her shoulder.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely more than a breath.

“Only yours.”

Their heated affair continued, moving from one corner of the room to another—against the walls, the dresser, the floor, the very air around them charged with electricity.

Every time she thought she could take no more, Ross pulled her back in, igniting new fires within her.

The hours stretched on, yet neither of them felt fatigue. Immortality had freed them from mortal limitations, and for the first time, Amy was able to match Ross’s relentless passion without exhaustion weighing her down.

Their marathon of pleasure continued without pause, neither willing to stop as they surrendered completely to their desires.

Their moans and cries of ecstasy filled the space, harmonizing into a symphony of love:

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Ughhhhhh…”

The walls bore witness to their unrelenting passion, the very air thick with the scent of their love.

Time became meaningless, the night blending seamlessly into morning as they gave themselves to each other over and over again.

As the first golden rays of dawn spilled through the curtains, Ross finally slowed, his arms tightening around Amy’s exhausted but satisfied body.

He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, his breath still heavy, his heart racing against hers.

“You are incredible,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe.

Amy, still trembling from the pleasure, could only smile as she buried her face against his chest.

“So are you,” she murmured.

They remained there, tangled in each other, basking in the afterglow of their endless night, knowing that no matter how many times they came together, it would never be enough.

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…

When they woke up, the sky outside had already darkened, the moon hanging high in the night.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of their earlier passion, yet Ross wasn’t satisfied.

His hunger for Amy was insatiable, and now that he had tasted her once, he couldn’t resist the urge to claim her again.

Lying beside him, Amy stretched lazily, her bare skin glowing under the dim light.

Just as she was about to drift back into sleep, she felt Ross’s fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along her thighs.

“Ahhh… Ross, stop…” she murmured sleepily, her body still sore from their earlier activities.

He didn’t stop. If anything, his touch became more deliberate, more enticing.

“That place is dirty… I haven’t taken a bath yet,” she protested weakly as his head dipped lower, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

“Don’t eat me down there,” she whimpered, squeezing her legs together in a last attempt at resistance.

But Ross wasn’t one to be denied.

The moment his tongue found her, all her complaints died on her lips.

Her breath hitched, her fingers grasping at the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

His movements were slow at first, savoring her taste, but as her moans filled the room, he became relentless, drawing out reactions she never thought possible.

“Y-Yes…!”

Her body arched under his touch, her hands tangling in his hair as she lost herself to the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck me, Ross!” Amy finally screamed, her voice raw with pleasure.

And Ross obliged, flipping her over effortlessly, his body pressing against hers as he took her all over again.

She came once, then twice—until the pleasure blurred into an endless cycle of ecstasy, her mind unable to even keep count.

Even after she was thoroughly spent, Ross still wasn’t finished. He carried her to the shower, where the warmth of the cascading water mixed with the heat of their bodies.

Pressed against the cold tiles, Amy found herself surrendering to him once more, the contrast of temperatures heightening her already sensitive body.

The sounds of water splashing and breathless moans echoed through the bathroom as they moved in sync, their bodies lost in pure, unrestrained passion.

By the time they finally finished, Amy could barely stand.

Her legs trembled, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her body felt utterly spent.

Ross, on the other hand, looked as if he could go another round without effort.

As she leaned against his chest, her cheeks still flushed from their heated encounter, she realized there was no turning back.

She had been thoroughly baptized into the world of pleasure.

***

The next day, Ross took Amy to meet his wives.

Amy was nervous. No—terrified.

Even though Ross had assured her that everything would be fine, she couldn’t shake the anxiety building in her chest.

Would they hate her? Would they see her as an intruder, an unwelcome addition to their already large family?

The thought of facing their judgment sent chills down her spine.

But as soon as they arrived, her expectations were shattered.

“A new one, Ross?” one of the wives asked with a smirk, crossing her arms as she eyed Amy up and down.

“Why am I not even surprised anymore?” another chimed in, shaking her head with an exasperated yet amused sigh.

Their teasing made Ross chuckle, but to Amy’s shock, there was no hostility in their voices—only warmth and familiarity, as if this was something they had long accepted.

Then, one of them stepped forward and smiled gently at her.

“Welcome to the family, Amy,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on Amy’s shoulder. “Don’t let Ross bully you too much, okay?”

Amy blinked in disbelief.

This… this was their reaction? No glares? No cold stares filled with jealousy? No passive-aggressive remarks meant to put her in her place?

Instead, they welcomed her with open arms, as if she had always belonged.

Her heart, which had been pounding in fear, suddenly swelled with warmth.

Amy was also surprised.

She had been bracing herself for rejection, preparing for a fight she no longer needed to have.