Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062 Weather

Ross pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her, and his eyes drank her in.

There was no judgment in them, only knowing, desire, and a quiet challenge: how long could she resist?

Miku swallowed hard, trying to force her racing heart into obedience.

She could feel herself trembling, every nerve ending alive, her body betraying her mind with every shallow breath.

And yet, even as she lay there, she began to realize something.

This wasn’t just desire—it was recognition.

The sense of safety, of being seen and understood, even in the secrecy of the night, was intoxicating.

The silence of the room pressed in around them, heavy yet alive, filled with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

Even in this quiet, the tension between them was palpable, an invisible current that pulled them together even when her mind tried to push him away.

Ross leaned in again, his lips brushing hers lightly this time, testing, teasing, and she felt herself responding without meaning to, as if her body had a memory of this intimacy that her mind had forgotten.

And then, despite her best efforts to remain passive, her hands found his chest, her fingers brushing over the firm planes of muscle she had been trying so hard to ignore.

She tried to pull them back, tried to tell herself that she must remain still, remain calm, but it was useless.

Ross had a way of unraveling her without words, without force—just with presence, attention, and knowing how to touch the exact spots that made her forget everything else.

Even as she lay there like a corpse at first, she realized that she was far from lifeless.

Her body was alive, alert, aware of every movement, every breath, every brush of his skin against hers.

And as Ross’s eyes darkened with amusement and something deeper, something unspoken, she felt the last of her resolve begin to slip away.

Ross pulled back from the kiss, his eyes tracing the delicate contours of Miku’s face.

Her cheeks were flushed, a soft pink spreading across her skin, and even in her aroused state, there was an innocence that only made her more captivating.

The subtle shine in her eyes, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips trembled slightly—all of it drew him in, making it impossible for him to look away.

A slow, teasing smile curved his lips.

He decided to prolong the moment, to savor the tension building between them.

”Let’s see how long you can keep your silence, Miku,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, carrying that dangerous ease that always made her heart flutter.

Miku’s fingers tightened into fists against the sheets, a flicker of hesitation passing over her.

She had promised herself control, but even the sound of his voice against her ear made her pulse quicken.

With careful deliberation, Ross reached for the hem of her oversized shirt, lifting it over her head.

The fabric fell away, leaving her upper body exposed.

His gaze lingered appreciatively; even in this vulnerable state, she radiated an irresistible combination of softness and warmth.

He studied her quietly for a moment, drinking in the sight, before letting his hands move.

His touch was slow, deliberate, and gentle, brushing over her curves in a way that made her shiver.

Every movement was meant to tease, to awaken, to draw a response without force.

He wanted to see her reaction, wanted to feel how her body responded to him—silent, tense, alive.

Ross leaned down, his tall, muscular frame covering hers, pressing her gently against the bed.

Their bodies aligned, warmth against warmth, and the closeness of their forms sent an electric current through both of them.

He resumed his kisses, soft at first, teasing, exploratory.

Then, gradually, the kisses deepened, a silent conversation of desire and tension.

Miku tried to remain passive, tried to remind herself of the promise she had made, but her body betrayed her almost immediately.

Each press of his lips, each brush of his hands over her skin, sent a ripple through her, igniting sensations she had tried so hard to suppress.

She could feel herself responding, every nerve alive, every heartbeat echoing in her chest.

Ross moved with a patient rhythm, allowing the tension to build, savoring the way she writhed beneath him, the way her breaths came faster with each touch.

He held back, letting anticipation and desire take their course, knowing that the wait would only make the eventual surrender all the more consuming.

Even as Miku’s mind tried to cling to restraint, to remain a silent observer, her body could not deny the truth of the moment.

The warmth of him pressed against her, the security and strength in his frame, the way his hands moved with both certainty and gentleness—all of it made it impossible for her to remain untouched by the intensity of their closeness.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The room was silent except for the sound of her quickened breathing, the subtle rustle of the sheets, and the quiet thrum of desire that seemed to fill the space between them.

And yet, in that silence, there was communication—unspoken, undeniable, and more intimate than words could ever convey.

Ross pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips slightly parted, a mixture of hesitation and longing painted across her features.

He could see the conflict in her gaze: the desire she could not deny, the restraint she tried so hard to maintain.

And that only made him smile, a slow, knowing smile that promised both patience and inevitability.

Miku’s fingers trembled as they brushed against him, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Her body wanted to respond, wanted to give in, but a part of her clung to the idea of control, of not letting go completely.

Ross, however, seemed to understand without words. He did not rush, did not force, but the way he moved, the way he pressed against her, was enough to make her heart pound and her resolve falter.