Novel Full Chapter 1084 Tempo
Chapter 1084: Chapter 1084 Tempo
By the time seven hours had passed, the entire place bore evidence of their limitless hunger.
The table was marked with fingerprints and scratches.
The couch cushions were knocked to the floor. Their mixed fluids glistened faintly on the hardwood, trailing like soft moonlit reflections.
"Hahhhh..."
"Hahhhh..."
"Hahhhh..."
Marissa lay sprawled across the table, her hair messy and damp, her chest rising and falling in deep, shaky breaths she couldn’t control.
Her legs were completely numb—every muscle in her body felt melted, trembling from exhaustion and pleasure.
She had squirted so many times she’d lost track, her thighs still slick and sensitive.
Her belly felt warm and full, remembering every time Ross had emptied himself deep inside her.
Her mind was barely able to form coherent thoughts, but the one that remained clear made her smile through her exhaustion:
She didn’t regret a single second.
If Ross wanted to fill her again tomorrow... or tonight... or to put his child inside her—she would welcome it with open arms and a trembling, eager body.
She belonged to that kind of pleasure now.
***
"I... I need to go back," Marissa whispered, her voice shaking slightly as reality tried to settle back into her body.
The feverish haze of lust was beginning to clear, just enough for her to remember where she was supposed to be, what she was supposed to be doing.
A faint panic rose in her chest as she pressed a hand over her racing heart.
But even then—even with her mind scrambling—her body refused to calm.
Every time she looked at Ross... every time her eyes traced the lines of his chest, his smirk, the effortless masculine confidence radiating off him... her pussy pulsed with fresh heat.
It was instinctive, uncontrollable.
The warmth flowed down between her thighs like an eternal spring, a well of desire that would never run dry as long as Ross existed in her world.
"Okay," Ross said simply.
No questions. No neediness. No attempt to coax her into staying.
He leaned in and kissed her—soft, slow, and maddeningly gentle.
A kiss that made her knees nearly buckle, a kiss that reminded her how he had held her, taken her, ruined her composure entirely.
He didn’t even need to follow it with seductive words. Ross knew he didn’t have to.
Words were unnecessary when the bond of lust had already been forged so deeply.
He understood something she was only now realizing: now that Marissa had fallen to his cock once, she would fall again.
And again. And again, without end. There was no resisting something this overpowering.
Something this addictive. There was no turning back.
Marissa swallowed hard, pulling herself together as best she could.
She tried to stand, but her legs trembled violently, reminding her just how intensely he had taken her.
She reached for her clothes, her hands shaking as she gathered them.
As she moved, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
Warm liquid slid down her inner thighs in slow, heavy trails.
She froze, her cheeks burning red, her breath catching in pure mortification and raw arousal.
Ross had filled her so deeply and so completely that his cum was still spilling out of her with every tiny movement she made.
She took one more step—another warm, dripping trail slid out.
Gods... she could feel it inside her. A thick, overflowing ocean he had poured into her womb.
So much that her body couldn’t even hold it all, no matter how tightly her pussy clenched in response.
Her thighs rubbed together subconsciously, trying to contain the mess, but it didn’t help.
More of his seed leaked out, painting her skin in warm trails as she struggled to keep her composure.
Ross watched her silently, leaning back slightly, his eyes following the trembling in her legs, the flush on her skin, the unmistakable signs of how thoroughly he had claimed her.
He didn’t have to say anything—the smug confidence in his gaze said it all.
Marissa finally managed to secure her clothes, though her underwear felt pointless now, given how soaked she already was.
She walked toward the door, every step awkward, every movement causing another drip of his seed to escape.
Before leaving, she glanced back at him one last time.
That was her mistake.
Ross was looking at her with a calm, knowing expression—like a man who had already decided she was his and knew she had accepted it too.
Her heart fluttered wildly. Her pussy clenched hard in response, betraying her completely.
Marissa turned away quickly, her face flushed, and slipped out of the room—walking as fast as her shaky legs would allow.
Behind her, Ross simply smirked.
He knew she would return.
A woman who left with his cum running down her thighs...
never stayed away for long.
***
Marissa’s family, of course, grew curious about where she had been that afternoon.
"Marissa, you’re home late," her husband commented as soon as she walked in. "And you look exhausted. Did something happen?"
Marissa forced a steady breath, hiding the lingering wobble in her legs and the faint soreness still pulsing between her thighs.
Her face felt warm, and she prayed no one noticed the slight blush on her cheeks.
"I just went to the library to read," she said, keeping her voice soft and casual. "I’m tired, so I’ll go take a bath."
Her husband nodded, uninterested.
Her siblings shrugged, already back to their own routines.
Her husband simply replied, "Alright. Wednesday is your library day anyway. Don’t forget to eat later."
And that was that.
Her family thought nothing of it. Why would they? Marissa always went to the library on Wednesdays.
It was her established habit, something she’d done since they came here to Aegis.
They never imagined that instead of reading books, she was busy losing herself under Ross’s touch.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
And every Wednesday became the same ritual.
Marissa would wake with anticipation buzzing in her chest.
She would dress up a little nicer than usual—just a small touch, nothing obvious—then leave home with a calm expression that hid the storm brewing inside her.