Chapter 482 Ad Hoc

The mirror before her reflected the flushed expression on her face, her lips parted, eyes glazed with desire.

Ross met her gaze through the reflection, his expression dark with possessive hunger.

"You're mine, Amy," he growled, leaning down to press his lips against her shoulder.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely more than a breath. 

"Only yours."

Their heated affair continued, moving from one corner of the room to another—against the walls, the dresser, the floor, the very air around them charged with electricity. 

Every time she thought she could take no more, Ross pulled her back in, igniting new fires within her.

The hours stretched on, yet neither of them felt fatigue. Immortality had freed them from mortal limitations, and for the first time, Amy was able to match Ross's relentless passion without exhaustion weighing her down.