Chapter 976: Chapter 976 Miracle
"What have I done?" Alexa cried, her voice breaking as she pressed her trembling hands to her face.
The scent of sweat and lust still clung to the air, cruel reminders of what had just taken place.
She could feel the stickiness between her thighs, a physical proof of her betrayal that she wished she could scrub away.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around the room — their room — the familiar walls and sheets now tainted by what she had just done.
The bed where she and her husband once shared quiet moments of love now felt like a scene of crime.
"I can’t believe this... I actually let you..." Her voice faltered, choked by shame. "I cheated... and in our marriage bed."
She shook her head, disbelief turning into quiet sobs. "How am I supposed to face him now? How can I ever look at him again after this?"
Ross, still leaning lazily against Alexa’s soft curves, watched her with an unreadable expression.
A faint smirk curved his lips as he reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from her damp cheek. "Hush, Alexa," he said softly, though there was an unmistakable edge of authority in his tone.
"What’s done is done. There’s no taking it back now."
His hand slid along her jawline, his thumb tracing her lips as if savoring the memory of what they’d just shared.
"Besides," he murmured, his eyes gleaming, "it’s not like your husband can fulfill his duty as a man to you these days, can he?"
Alexa froze. Her breath caught in her throat as her wide, tearful eyes snapped up to meet his.
How did he know that? That secret—her husband’s growing inability, the cold distance in their marriage—was something she’d never told anyone.
The humiliation of it was something she had buried deep, a pain she never wanted exposed.
"H-how do you—" she began, her voice barely above a whisper.
But before she could finish, Ross moved swiftly, his fingers sliding beneath her chin to tilt her face up toward his.
His lips descended upon hers with heated force, silencing her words and replacing them with breathless, confused need.
Her mind screamed for her to resist, to push him away, to hold onto what little dignity she had left—but her body betrayed her once again.
The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, the dominance in the way he kissed her—it all made her melt against him.
When he finally pulled back, she was left trembling, her thoughts a chaotic mess.
Ross looked down at her with a faint, knowing smile. "You can hate me later, Alexa," he whispered. "But right now... I want to fuck you more."
Ross began to move again, slow at first, but with each thrust, the rhythm deepened, and every inch of Alexa’s inner flesh came alive, trembling as if rediscovering sensation itself.
"How is he still so hard... and so big?!" Alexa screamed silently in her mind, her thoughts a blur as Ross’s mouth claimed hers in another breath-stealing kiss.
His tongue moved with dominance and hunger, leaving her no space to think, no chance to speak.
All she could do was feel—the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, and the relentless power behind each motion that made her body quiver.
Her mind betrayed her as she compared him to her husband.
Normally, after one release, her husband would go limp, sigh, and roll over, leaving her staring into the dark with a hollow ache.
But Ross... Ross didn’t stop.
His body showed no sign of fatigue—every muscle, every movement radiated raw, unyielding strength.
His hips drove into her again and again, and she felt the bed tremble beneath them.
It was as though he had endless energy, as though he had waited for this moment to unleash everything he’d been holding back.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The room filled with the rhythm of their bodies, the sounds of skin meeting skin, of heavy breaths and desperate kisses that drowned out everything else.
The air grew thick with heat, and the scent of their lovemaking clung to every corner.
Alexa’s arms moved on their own, wrapping around Ross’s shoulders as if her body knew something her mind couldn’t yet accept—that she didn’t want him to stop.
His chest pressed against her breasts, the firm weight of his body pinning her down, making her feel both helpless and protected.
She could feel the strength in him—the solid, unshakable power that made her feel small yet safe.
The contrast between his hard body and her trembling softness only heightened her sensations.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips trembling between gasps.
She had never been held like this, never been touched like this.
There was no hesitation, no gentleness born of duty—only raw passion that made her feel wanted, desired, alive.
As Ross continued to move inside her, her mind began to blur.
The only things that existed were his heat, his scent, and the pounding of her heart that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
She wanted to deny it, to fight it, but the truth sank deeper with every movement—she was losing herself to him, completely.
With Ross’s relentless thrusts pounding deep inside her, Alexa’s body quickly began to tremble with the telltale signs of another climax.
Every movement he made struck the most sensitive parts of her, sending ripples of uncontrollable pleasure surging through her like lightning.
Her legs shook as she tried to hold onto him, her nails raking across his back as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality.
Her breathing grew ragged; her moans turned into broken cries.
She could feel the pressure building, tightening in her core until it became unbearable.
Ross’s body moved with unyielding power, his hips slamming against hers, driving her higher and higher until she could no longer think—only feel.
"Oh God, Ross! I’m coming again! I can’t stop— I can’t stop coming on your cock!" she screamed, her voice trembling, raw with emotion and pleasure.