Chapter 977: Chapter 977 Bounty
Alexa’s entire body seized as the climax crashed over her, blinding and overwhelming.
Her toes curled, her back arched, and for a moment it felt as though time itself shattered.
Ross didn’t slow down.
His thick, heavy breaths brushed against her ear as he whispered something she couldn’t even process through the haze of ecstasy.
Every thrust that followed seemed to stretch her pleasure even further, keeping her suspended in that delirious high.
Alexa could feel herself melting, her body quivering beneath him as wave after wave of climax rolled through her.
Her mind was gone, lost somewhere between pain, pleasure, and disbelief.
"How can he still be so strong... so big..." she thought between gasps, but the thought was fleeting—drowned out by the sensations tearing through her body.
She felt utterly dominated, completely overpowered, and yet... she never wanted it to stop.
When Ross finally eased his pace, Alexa was left trembling beneath him, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in shaky bursts.
The aftershocks still rippled through her, every muscle weak and tingling.
It felt unreal—like she’d been taken to a place no one had ever brought her before, and she didn’t know if she could ever go back.
And of course, Ross didn’t stop there. Once he had started, there was no holding back.
He kept taking Alexa, again and again, pushing her body to its very limits and beyond.
Every time she thought she had nothing left to give, Ross would change the rhythm, the angle, or the pace—making her feel things she didn’t even know her body was capable of feeling.
He trained her through the night, molding her with every motion, every deep thrust, every kiss that stole her breath away.
He used every position imaginable, every technique meant to test her endurance and heighten her senses.
Sometimes he was gentle and teasing, making her tremble with slow-burning desire; other times he was rough and demanding, claiming her body completely until she could no longer think, only feel.
Under his touch, Alexa discovered a side of herself she had never known existed—a woman who craved, who surrendered, who reveled in the endless waves of pleasure Ross brought her.
By the time they finally stopped, the sky outside had already turned a pale shade of gold.
Dawn was breaking—it was always six in the morning when their passion ended.
Alexa’s body was trembling, her skin glistening with sweat, her heart still beating wildly in her chest.
"Ohhhhhh..." she gasped, her voice faint, her body arching one last time as a final shudder of pleasure coursed through her entire body.
Then, as if her strength had been completely drained, she collapsed against the bed, her breathing deep and uneven.
Within moments, her exhaustion overcame her. Soft, gentle snores soon filled the quiet room, her face peaceful despite the storm she had just endured.
Ross lay beside her, watching the rise and fall of her chest with quiet satisfaction.
Alexa looked utterly spent—her body limp, her expression serene, as if she had just experienced something that had changed her forever.
It was clear that Ross had tired her out completely; she had never felt so drained, so weak, yet so completely fulfilled in her entire life.
***
Noon came before Alexa finally stirred awake.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains touched her face gently, and for a moment, she simply lay there, listening to the soft hum of the world outside.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, expecting to feel the soreness of the night before—but instead, what greeted her was a surprising sense of peace and rejuvenation.
Her body felt light, almost too light, as if every muscle had been soothed by invisible hands.
There was no ache, no stiffness, no trace of exhaustion from the passionate chaos she remembered.
It didn’t make sense. After everything Ross had done to her, she should have been sore and drained.
Yet she felt refreshed—almost renewed.
But that puzzling sensation was soon forgotten as her eyes began to wander across the room.
The other side of the bed was empty; Ross was gone.
The sheets were neatly arranged, not a trace of disorder left behind, almost as though he had disappeared into thin air.
Alexa frowned softly. When did he leave?
Then something else caught her attention—she was wearing a nightgown.
A soft, silky one she had never seen before.
She didn’t remember putting it on, and that alone sent a small shiver down her spine.
Ross must have dressed her while she slept.
The thought made her heart flutter and her cheeks warm without her meaning to.
Her gaze shifted toward the cabinet—the same one that had been knocked over and damaged during their wild lovemaking.
To her astonishment, it now stood perfectly upright, completely repaired, and even polished to a faint shine.
It looked as though it had never been touched at all. "What...?" she whispered, stepping closer.
That was when she noticed a mirror attached to one of the cabinet doors.
She leaned in instinctively, and the reflection that stared back at her made her breath catch.
Her skin seemed to glow softly, her hair framed her face in gentle waves, and her eyes looked brighter, livelier—filled with a spark she hadn’t seen in herself for years.
Her lips were fuller, tinted with a natural pink hue, and her whole being seemed to radiate beauty and vitality.
She touched her face, almost in disbelief. She looked different. She looked... satisfied.
Fulfilled in a way that went far deeper than physical pleasure.
"Ross..." she murmured, the name escaping her lips like a sigh.
Her mind drifted back to everything that had happened—the way he had held her, the passion that had consumed them, the intensity of every touch.
Her body remembered even if her logic tried to resist. Every shiver, every moan, every whispered word of desire came flooding back like an unstoppable tide.
Her cheeks burned, and she quickly turned away from the mirror, biting her lip.