Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 425 Street

”Hmmmmm…” Faith couldnʼt resist Rossʼs affection at that moment, even if she had tried. His kiss was unlike anything she had ever experienced—hungry yet tender, firm yet gentle.

It wasnʼt just a kiss; it was a conquest, a declaration, and it left her utterly breathless.

Every brush of his lips against hers sent electric shivers coursing through her body, making her toes curl and her heart race wildly.

Ross held her face as if it were the most precious thing in the world, his fingers brushing her skin with feather-light touches that set her nerves alight.

Faithʼs mind became a blur, consumed by the fiery passion between them. She had no idea that a simple kiss could make her feel so alive, so vulnerable, and so utterly wanted.

Her senses were already overwhelmed, but then Rossʼs hand began its descent, trailing down her side, slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitched when his palm finally came to rest on her thigh, his fingers curling ever so slightly.

It was as though every nerve in her body became hyperaware, her skin tingling in anticipation of what was to come.

When his hand brushed against her through her pajamas, she gasped softly into his mouth.

Even through the fabric, she could feel the heat of his touch, a heat that seemed to spread through her like wildfire.

Her body reacted instinctively, her hips shifting slightly as a wet warmth began pooling between her legs.

Ross pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze dark and smoldering.

”Youʼre so beautiful, Faith,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

”I canʼt get enough of you.”

Her cheeks burned, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. She wanted to respond, to say something, but before she could find the words, his hand slipped beneath her waistband.

The feel of his bare hand against her skin made her tremble, and when he cupped her intimately, a strangled moan escaped her lips.

”Ahhhh…” Faith couldnʼt stop the sound, her head tilting back as pleasure washed over her. She clung to Ross, her fingers curling into his shirt as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.

Rossʼs touch was confident yet teasing, his fingers exploring her with an expertise that made her knees weak.

”I canʼt believe how soft and sexy you are,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

”Iʼve been dreaming about this, Faith. About you.”

Her heart fluttered wildly at his words, her embarrassment mingling with the undeniable desire coursing through her. She felt vulnerable yet cherished, exposed yet safe in his arms.

”Ohhh…” she moaned again, her voice trembling with emotion. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, and she could barely meet his gaze, but the intensity in his eyes made it impossible to look away.

Ross leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck as he spoke.

”I can already imagine how amazing it would feel to have this beautiful body of yours wrapped around me, Faith. Youʼre perfect.”

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. She bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally confessed, ”Iʼm a virgin, Ross. Itʼs my first time, so… please, be gentle with me.”

Ross paused, his movements stilling as her words hung in the air. Slowly, he pulled back to look at her, his expression softening.

He cupped her cheek gently, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadnʼt realized had fallen.

”Youʼre safe with me,” he said softly, his voice full of reassurance. ”Iʼll take care of you, Faith. I promise.”

Her heart swelled at his words, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her nervousness. For the first time, she felt like she could truly surrender to the moment, to him, without fear.

Rossʼs hand lingered, his touch growing bolder as he explored Faithʼs most intimate areas.

The way her body responded to him—the trembles, the sharp intakes of breath, and the way she pressed closer to him—made him smirk with satisfaction.

He teased her mercilessly, his fingers brushing along the fabric of her panties, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp but holding back from giving her everything she craved.

”Youʼre already so wet and ready for me, Faith,” he murmured, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down her spine.

”Tell me, are you excited to finally experience what itʼs like to be taken by a big, hard cock?”

Faithʼs cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, her lips parting in a soft gasp.

”Donʼt be so crude, Ross,” she managed to whisper, her voice shaky and breathy, betraying the mounting pleasure she felt.

Ross chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction.

”Iʼm just being honest, Faith,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

”I canʼt get enough of you. But tell me… why havenʼt you given your boyfriend your cherry yet?”

His question caught her off guard, and for a moment, her arousal was replaced by a flicker of sadness. Her gaze softened, and she bit her lip nervously.

”I wanted to stay pure for my future husband. Him,” she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with regret.

”I always imagined giving myself to someone who truly loved me… someone who would cherish me forever. I thought that it was Tristan but I was wrong.”

Her words hung in the air, a bittersweet confession that made Ross pause. He lifted his hand from her thigh, cupping her cheek instead.

His thumb brushed against her soft skin, wiping away a tear she hadnʼt realized had fallen.

”Faith,” he said, his voice gentler now, though still filled with a possessive undertone.

”That dream doesnʼt have to die. Because Iʼm going to be the one to marry you.”

Faithʼs eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise.

”Ross…” she whispered, unsure if she could believe his words.

But the conviction in his gaze and the steady strength of his voice left no room for doubt.

”Youʼre mine, Faith,” he continued. ”And I take care of whatʼs mine. Always.”