Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 568 - Answer

Cate could only close her eyes and surrender to the kiss that was not from her husband.

Ross's lips moved hungrily against hers, demanding, devouring. His hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire in her veins that she hadn't felt in years.

The heat of his touch, the way his tongue danced with hers—it sent waves of pleasure rolling through her, making her head spin.

"Mmm…" she moaned softly, her body pressing against his as she responded with equal fervor. It felt forbidden, exhilarating, dangerously intoxicating.

Then, just as she was losing herself in the moment, Ross pulled back. Before she could catch her breath, he did something unexpected.

"Hahhh…" Cate gasped as strong arms swept her off her feet. Her body tensed in surprise, but Ross held her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed like a princess.

Her breath hitched as she clung to his shoulders, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

She glanced around the room in search of Althea, but the other woman was nowhere to be seen.

Cate vaguely registered that Althea must have slipped away at some point, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

That insignificant detail paled in comparison to the electric heat simmering between her and Ross.

Her back met the soft mattress, her body sinking into its plush embrace. But there was no time to adjust—Ross was already moving.

With practiced ease, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs.

Cate's breath hitched as she felt the cool air brush against her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the blazing heat pooling between her legs.

Ross spread her thighs wider, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight before him. Her skirt had ridden up to her hips, leaving her completely bare before him.

For a moment, he just looked at her—his eyes filled with raw desire, admiration, and something else she couldn't quite place.

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"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.

Cate shivered under his gaze, anticipation coiling in her stomach.

The weight of what she was doing, what was about to happen, lingered at the edge of her mind—but it was drowned out by the way Ross looked at her, by the fire in his eyes that made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

Then, he moved.

"Ross—ahh!" Her cry turned into a sharp gasp as he lowered himself between her legs, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.

Then his tongue found her.

A surge of pleasure crashed through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her body arching instinctively as Ross worked his magic.

His tongue traced slow, deliberate strokes, teasing and torturing, until all coherent thought melted away.

Cate had never felt like this before—never been worshipped like this. Her husband had never touched her like this, never made her feel this kind of pleasure. And God, it was addictive.

She barely recognized the sounds escaping her lips—soft, breathy moans that grew louder with each flick of Ross's tongue. The tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

"Ross…" she whimpered, her voice pleading, desperate.

And Ross? He only smirked against her skin before doubling down, determined to ruin her completely.

The minutes ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity as Cate writhed beneath Ross's relentless mouth.

Pleasure crashed over her in waves, her body trembling, her breath hitching as he devoured her with expert precision.

His tongue flicked and swirled, his lips sealing around her most sensitive spot, sucking and teasing until she was completely lost to the sensation.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as she moaned unabashedly, her voice raw with need.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

Her cries grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with the unmistakable sounds of pleasure.

Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against Ross's face, chasing the inevitable explosion building deep within her.

She was close—so close—her entire body strung tight like a bow, ready to snap at any moment.

And then—

"It's here!" Cate screamed, her entire being bracing for the earth-shattering climax that was about to consume her.

But it never came.

Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Ross pulled away. The loss of his mouth, his warmth, his touch—it was devastating.

The overwhelming pleasure that had been moments away from erupting vanished, leaving her teetering on the edge of frustration.

"Ross… why…?" she whimpered, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please… continue."

Her body still pulsed with need, aching for completion. Her thighs trembled, her core throbbed, and she felt empty—so unbearably empty without him.

Ross chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked down at her needy, flushed face. "Of course," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I have something even better for you."

With deliberate slowness, he sat back, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt.

Cate barely had time to catch her breath as he peeled it off, revealing his sculpted torso, his muscles flexing under the dim lighting.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a practiced ease before discarding his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

And then—he stood before her, completely bare, his body exuding confidence and power.

Cate's breath hitched in her throat as her gaze dropped lower.

Her eyes widened.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"That's so big…" she blurted out, her voice barely a whisper.

The sheer size of him made her stomach tighten with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He was impossibly huge—thick, long, and veined, standing proudly against his toned abdomen.

Could she even take something like that? It looked intimidating, almost unreal.

"I'm going to break if i take something that huge inside me!" Cate screamed in her mind and her intuition guided her actions next.

Without realizing it, she instinctively scooted back an inch, her body reacting before her mind could process it.