Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 580

Chapter 580: Chapter 580 Wholesome
“I thought I heard you already have a fiancé waiting for you,” he teased, his voice low, laced with amusement.

Nicole stiffened slightly, and for a brief moment, guilt flickered across her pretty features.

She looked away, as if the mention of Ian’s name had pulled her out of whatever spell Ross had cast over her.

But then, as quickly as it came, the hesitation vanished.

“He’s not here,” she murmured, almost as if she were reassuring herself. Her fingers tightened slightly against Ross’s skin, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s not talk about him.”

Ross chuckled, his eyes dark with something unreadable. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light yet deliberate.

“Perhaps you’re wrong,” he mused, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

Nicole frowned slightly, confused, until Ross leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

“Perhaps he’s here all along,” he murmured.

Nicole’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, realization dawning on her in an instant.

He wasn’t talking about Ian anymore. He was talking about himself.

Ross.

He was saying he was the one meant to be here with her.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn’t given the chance to linger on it for long.

Before she could form a response—before she could question or hesitate—Ross captured her lips again, this time with more urgency, more purpose.

His kiss left no room for doubt, no space for second thoughts.

He was claiming her, pulling her deeper into his world, into the passion that burned between them.

And Nicole?

She let him.

Because, for the first time in her life, she wanted to forget everything else.

For tonight, she wanted to be selfish.

For tonight, she wanted him.

“Hmm…” Nicole moaned into the kiss, melting into Ross’s embrace.

She had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Her hands roamed over his rock-hard body, savoring the firm ridges of muscle beneath her fingertips.

Each touch sent heat coursing through her veins, stoking the fire of desire that burned deep inside her. Ross, of course, wasn’t idle.

His hands, rough yet skilled, moved with purpose, peeling away the layers of fabric between them until nothing remained to separate their bare skin.

By the time they tumbled onto the bed, both were breathless, their eyes drinking in the sight of each other’s naked forms.

Ross was Ross—his face was ordinary, but his body was something else entirely. He was built like a mountain, massive, solid, and unshakable, a pillar of strength that loomed over her.

Nicole, in contrast, was soft, supple, and utterly mesmerizing.

Her body was the perfect blend of innocence and temptation, with curves that seemed sculpted to drive a man wild.

Her porcelain skin glowed under the dim light, and the sight of her full, heaving breasts, crowned with taut pink peaks, made Ross’s mouth go dry.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” Nicole teased, a playful smirk curving her lips.

She noticed the way Ross had frozen, his gaze locked onto her breasts, his hunger barely restrained.

Her nipples, stiff and aching from his lingering stare, almost seemed to pulse with need.

Ross’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Be careful what you wish for, darling,” he murmured.

And then, he moved.

Before she could utter another word, Ross was on her, his mouth latching onto her pert nipple with a hunger that made her gasp.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before sucking greedily, as if expecting to drink from her.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her arch beneath him.

Nicole let out a soft whimper, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him close.

Every pull of his lips sent electric pulses through her, tightening the coil of anticipation low in her belly.

Ross’s free hand, large and warm, trailed down her waist, his fingers skimming over her hips before gripping her thigh possessively.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Ross murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing.

Nicole shivered. “And I suppose you’ve imagined this a lot?” she teased breathlessly.

“Every damn night,” Ross admitted, his voice husky with desire. His lips moved lower, peppering kisses down her stomach, his touch both reverent and demanding.

Nicole bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Ross, never one to waste time with idle talk, leaned in once more, his lips finding Nicole’s soft, supple breasts with renewed hunger.

His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking eagerly while his tongue flicked and teased the sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Ahhh…” Nicole moaned sweetly, her fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth worked its magic.

A shudder ran through her as Ross’s teeth grazed her nipple, nipping lightly before soothing it with slow, languid strokes of his tongue.

Meanwhile, his other hand wasn’t idle—it was busy kneading her other breast, his strong fingers rolling and teasing her sensitive flesh until her nipple was just as taut and aching as the other.

“Ohhh…” she gasped, her head tilting back, overwhelmed by the sensation. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with need.

She wrapped her arms around Ross’s head, pressing him closer, silently giving him full control.

She wanted him to have her, to claim her, to do whatever he desired.

Ross growled low against her skin, the sound vibrating through her, making her shiver.

He took his time, alternating between soft, lingering kisses and deep, hungry sucks that made her toes curl.

Every touch, every stroke of his tongue sent another jolt of pleasure through her, heightening her desire until she could think of nothing but him.

He lifted his head slightly, his dark gaze locking onto hers.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His words made her heart race, her body aching for more.

Nicole felt completely exposed, yet she had never felt more wanted in her life.

Ross was the first man to see her like this—to touch her, to worship her body with such passion—and yet, she didn’t care about anything else.

She loved him, wanted him, needed him. The thought of resisting never even crossed her mind.

She let out a breathless sigh, arching against him, pressing her chest further into his touch.

Her mind swirled with longing, her body burning with anticipation. She had made her choice, and there was no turning back now.

Ross smirked, as if reading her thoughts. “You wanted this,” he whispered against her skin, his lips trailing down the valley between her breasts.

“Yes,” Nicole breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper.

“Then I’ll give you everything.”

And with that, he moved lower, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, his hands spreading across her trembling body like he owned every inch of her.

Nicole shivered in anticipation. There was no stopping now.

Ross guided her into position, and Nicole, far from shy, embraced the shift with ease.

Lying on her back, she spread her long, creamy legs with wanton invitation, her body an open offering to him.

Her soft skin glowed in the dim light, and the way she displayed herself so freely only fueled Ross’s hunger.

He took his time, trailing a slow, wet path down her body, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

His tongue flicked over her sensitive skin, tasting the faint salt of her arousal as he made his way lower.

When he finally reached the most intimate part of her, he paused, taking in the sight before him.

Her untouched pussy was a perfect, blushing pink—soft, closed, and utterly innocent in the ways of the world.

The mere sight of it made Ross ache with need.

His cock swelled to its full, throbbing hardness, the knowledge that this untouched flower would soon belong to him making his pulse hammer.

By the time this night was over, those delicate folds would be swollen and gasping for his cock, stretched wide and drenched in the evidence of their passion.

The thought alone nearly undid him.

Nicole watched him with half-lidded eyes, her breath coming in soft, trembling gasps.

She could see the raw hunger in his gaze, the way he devoured her with his eyes, and it sent another wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

Ross smirked, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

Nicole whimpered in response, her body arching slightly, desperate for more.

Ross had his path set. He was going to savor her, make her scream his name, and bring her to the peak again and again until she was left trembling in the aftermath of pleasure.

With that, he lowered his head and took his first taste of her untouched heat.

“Ross!” Nicole cried out, her voice a perfect blend of delight and surprise as pleasure surged through her.

The intensity of his touch, the way he seemed to know exactly how to unravel her, left her breathless.

She had expected passion, but nothing could have prepared her for this—the way his every movement sent shivers down her spine, the way he played her body like an instrument, coaxing out sounds she had never made before.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her back arching instinctively, desperate for more.

Ross was utterly relentless, his skill undeniable, as if he had spent a lifetime mastering the art of pleasure.

Every touch, every lingering caress, left her burning with desire, lost in the intoxicating mix of love and lust he so effortlessly wove around her.

She gasped, her legs trembling, her senses overwhelmed.

“Ross…” she whimpered again, as if his name was the only thing keeping her grounded. And in that moment, she knew—she belonged to him completely.