Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1038 Adventure

The drinks flowed between them, loosening tongues and breaking down any lingering awkwardness.

Laughter came more easily now, each smile brighter and more genuine than the last.

Two hours passed like minutes, and Ashley could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body.

Her cheeks were flushed, her movements a little softer, a little more languid.

Every glance from Ross seemed to linger a fraction longer, every joke a little more intimate, and she found herself smiling more than she had in weeks.

As the conversation continued, Ashley felt a pleasant heaviness creeping into her limbs.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her head leaned just a little closer to Ross as if drawn by some invisible force.

But when she opened her eyes again, she froze. Ross’s lips were already pressed against hers.

"Hmmmm..." Ashley’s soft gasp betrayed her surprise.

At first, she tried to pull back, but the warmth in her chest and the dizzying mix of alcohol and attraction made her hesitate.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she allowed herself to melt into the kiss, closing her eyes and surrendering to the sensation.

Ross’s lips were firm yet gentle, teasing and coaxing, and she found herself responding without thinking.

It had been weeks since she had felt this close to someone, and the combination of desire and intoxication made resisting nearly impossible.

His hands moved with practiced confidence, brushing against her arms, her waist, pulling her just slightly closer.

Ashley felt a shiver run down her spine, every nerve alert, every heartbeat echoing in her ears.

Time seemed to stretch as they kissed, the world outside the room fading until there was nothing left but the warmth of his body and the intoxicating taste of him on her lips.

After several minutes, Ross’s movements shifted, growing bolder.

He slowly pulled away just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with intention.

Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms.

Ashley’s breath hitched, a mix of surprise and anticipation, as he carried her toward the bed.

Her fingers instinctively clutched at his shoulders, both to steady herself and because she wanted to feel him closer.

He laid her down on the bed gently, the soft sheets rustling beneath them.

Ashley’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the weight of him lean over her.

The alcohol in her system made her senses sharper yet softer at the same time—every brush of his hand against her skin, every movement, every glance, sent sparks dancing through her body.

Her mind raced in a haze of excitement and anticipation, a mix of fear and thrill.

She had never let herself get this close to someone else other than her husband Lyric in so long, and yet, lying there with Ross hovering over her, the feeling was intoxicating.

She wanted to resist, to hold back, but her body refused to listen.

Every nerve felt alive, every breath shallow and quick.

The warmth of him pressed against her, the faint scent of his cologne, the gentle pressure of his hands—it was overwhelming, and she realized with a startled thrill that it was so hard for them to stop now.

Ross began to undress, and a sudden, almost electric chill ran through Ashley’s body.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a tightening in her chest as fear and desire collided.

She looked at him, panic and confusion flashing across her face.

"This is wrong, Ross... please, stop," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, as if holding herself together could somehow keep her from losing control.

There was no denying it. After obtaining his Heart Stone, Ross had transformed.

He was now the most striking man Ashley had ever laid eyes on.

His features were sharp, confident, and magnetic.

His eyes seemed to hold a fire that could consume anyone who looked too long, and his presence made her pulse race.

But it wasn’t just his face—his body was equally breathtaking.

Tall, broad, muscular, and perfectly proportioned, he exuded raw power and masculine beauty in a way that left her breathless.

Yet despite the undeniable attraction, Ashley’s heart ached with sorrow.

She was still mourning her husband, and it had only been a week since his death.

Already, she was being drawn into a web of temptation, and the thought made her stomach twist with guilt.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to push him away, but her body... her body betrayed her.

Every glance, every movement of Ross’s hands sent shivers down her spine, stirring feelings she hadn’t felt since before her loss.

Ross stepped closer, his voice smooth and confident, yet low and persuasive.

"Tell me to stop again, and I’ll leave. No questions asked. I won’t force you, Ashley." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"But before that... I’ll do my best to make you say yes. To everything I’ll do—and more."

Ashley’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she tried to reconcile her grief with the undeniable pull of desire.

She wanted to resist him. She truly did.

But the living, powerful, intoxicating Ross stood before her, his body radiating heat and life, and every instinct in her body responded to him.

Her eyes widened as he removed the final piece of clothing.

Standing fully naked before her, he was awe-inspiring.

The fire in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her knees grow weak.

And then... her eyes fell lower.

Her breath caught in her throat. Ross’s cock was impossibly large—thick, firm, and commanding attention in a way that made her heart pound even harder.

It was intimidating, almost frightening in its sheer size and presence, yet her body responded instinctively.

She could feel a warmth spreading between her thighs, a surge of heat she couldn’t suppress, even as guilt and shame clawed at her mind.

She looked longer and this time she realized something.

Ashley’s eyes widened in shock as her mind raced to process what she was seeing.