Novel Full Chapter 1082 Decent
Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082 Decent
Ross, entirely absorbed in a book, unaware of her presence for the moment, leaning back casually, the sun catching in his hair and casting shadows that made his features even more striking.
Marissa felt a thrill she hadn’t felt in years—a combination of fear, excitement, and desire that made her knees go weak.
But there was no hesitation in her steps.
Every click of her heels on the polished floor was a drumbeat of decision, a promise she was finally keeping to herself.
As she drew closer, her heart raced violently in her chest.
She felt heat pooling low in her belly, a sensation she had tried to suppress for days, now rising uncontrollably.
She saw the slight lift of his eyebrows as he finally noticed her, the way his lips curved in that familiar, effortless smile, and she felt a spark that ignited everything inside her.
Without a word, without even a pause to think, Marissa closed the distance.
She leaned in, her body moving instinctively, driven by months of suppressed longing and frustration because of her husband’s inability to fuck her.
Her lips pressed against his—full, deep, and unrestrained.
The kiss was fierce and demanding, a claim, a question, a confession all at once.
Her hands rose to his shoulders, fingers digging in lightly as if anchoring herself in the moment, needing him, needing this undeniable contact after months of restraint.
Ross froze for a heartbeat, then melted into her embrace, his hands finding her waist, holding her close.
The library around them disappeared.
The people, the books, the quiet air—all vanished as the heat between them took over.
Marissa’s heart raced, her breath caught, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Every nerve in her body screamed, alive and alert, with longing she could no longer deny.
Her lips moved against his, opening slightly, tasting, exploring.
Her chest pressed against him, feeling the warmth of his body, the strength in his arms.
It was as if all the days of longing, all the silent fantasies, all the stolen glances, had culminated in this single, perfect moment.
Marissa pulled back just slightly, resting her forehead against his. Her chest heaved, her lips tingling, her heart pounding like a drum.
"I... I can’t stop myself anymore," she whispered, her voice trembling but firm.
"I’ve tried. I’ve tried so hard. But... I need this. I need you."
Ross’s eyes held hers, dark and unreadable, yet alive with something fierce.
He didn’t answer immediately.
He just held her there, letting the intensity of the moment sink in, letting the weight of her confession and desire settle between them.
And in that pause, Marissa realized she had crossed a line she could never return from—and she didn’t care.
"Well... this is unexpected," Ross murmured, his voice low and velvety as he leaned in, his breath brushing Marissa’s cheek.
His eyes swept over her flushed face, the way she bit her lip, the way her chest rose and fell.
"But I’ve never been the type to turn away a great beauty like you, Marissa."
The moment her name left his lips, Ross closed the distance.
Their mouths crashed together in a heated, breath-stealing kiss.
The library’s silence only amplified the soft gasps escaping between their lips, the rustle of clothes, the faint thump of books being nudged aside.
Marissa’s hands slid up his chest and hooked around his neck, pulling him down with surprising desperation.
Ross could feel it—the trembling hunger in her fingers, the way she pressed her body against him as if she’d been waiting for this far too long.
His hands traveled boldly, tracing the curve of her waist, cupping her soft hips, sliding up the smooth lines of her thighs.
Each touch made Marissa melt into him even more, her body arching, inviting, needing.
Ross smirked inwardly. This wasn’t a moment for restraint or patience.
Not with her breathing so hot and shaky against his lips.
With one decisive motion, Ross gripped her thighs and lifted her.
Thud!
He set her down onto the long oak table, ignoring the scattered books and papers that slid to the floor.
Marissa let out a tiny yelp of surprise that dissolved into a moan as he pushed her skirt up around her hips.
Her panties clung to her skin for only a second before Ross hooked his fingers in and dragged them down, letting them dangle around her ankle like an unspoken promise.
Her legs spread for him instinctively, wantonly. The sight alone made Ross’s breath tighten.
Ross loosened his belt with quick, practiced movements and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough, freeing the heavy, throbbing length already swelling with need.
Marissa’s eyes widened for a moment when she glanced down, a visible shiver rolling through her entire body.
Their lips met again, this time slower but deeper, with a hungry electricity that made Marissa whimper into his mouth.
Ross angled himself between her thighs, the head of his thick cock nudging her entrance, teasing her, rubbing against her slick heat until she was trembling.
Then, without hesitation, he pushed in.
"Ohhhhhh—!" Marissa cried out as her body stretched around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Her walls clamped down hard, struggling to take the sheer girth of him.
Ross groaned into her neck, feeling the way she squeezed him like a velvet vise.
Just as she thought she had taken all she could—
Ross drove the rest of the way in, slamming his hips forward and burying all fifteen inches inside her with a single, overwhelming thrust.
"Mmmnnngh—!" Marissa choked out, the sound muffled by his kiss.
Her entire body arched off the table, legs trembling violently as the shock tore through her.
The pain was sharp, stretching her impossibly far... but then the pleasure followed—blinding, electric, flooding her so suddenly that she couldn’t breathe.
She came instantly.
Her pussy clenched violently around him, juices spilling onto the table and down Ross’s shaft as her body pulsed in uncontrollable waves.