The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Her Body is Changing
“I’m glad you’re not angry that we handled it without telling you,” Luke said, smiling slightly with a hint of self-reproach in his expression as he looked at her.

Seeing him like that, Hera couldn’t stay angry any longer, so she shook her head. “No, even if you had done something else, it wouldn’t have hindered my plan. Besides, what you guys did was almost the same as what my company was about to do—what I have in stock was more of a retaliation than fixing the issue. So, I’m actually more than grateful to all of you.” Hera smiled, the sincerest smile she could muster.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t expected Leo to integrate so well with the other five. Now, she felt like she had six knights in shining armor, and now she felt like she understood how Alice felt in the novel, being protected by such men.

She didn’t know whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate to have one more knight than Alice. Then, a memory surged into her mind, nearly making her laugh and cry at the same time.

She had once teased Athena about having a harem of her own and ensuring it was one more than Alice’s. Now, it seemed like she was unwittingly fulfilling that jest they had made, turning their playful banter into an unexpected reality.

The two of them had laughed about that joke, but now Hera found herself pondering its truth. ‘Could I really manage six men?’ she asked herself silently, her gaze meeting Luke’s molten golden eyes as he observed her intently.

Luke’s hand, initially used to support Hera, now gently cupped her cheek as he positioned himself in front of her. His voice deepened, carrying a weight of sincerity and sensuality that seemed to embody the essence of a primary male lead. “Hera,” he began, “can I kiss you?” His question was straightforward, delivered with a gentle demeanor that matched his touch.

Hera was taken aback. It was the first time someone had asked her permission before acting on their desires. While she had previously told Rafael that he couldn’t take liberties without consent, she now found herself contemplating how different this approach felt and realized that if he had, she would have felt embarrassed and found reasons to refuse.

But now, seeing Luke being so honest and precise with his intentions left Hera at a loss. She felt that if she disagreed, she might seem like she was playing hard to get, but agreeing might make her appear too easy.

She felt her head spinning as she stared absentmindedly at Luke. Before she could gather her thoughts, Luke didn’t wait for her answer. He gently tilted Hera’s head upward and, with a confident move, drew her closer. His lips met hers in a decisive kiss, his other arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.

Before Hera could comprehend what was happening, Luke’s lips were already on hers, gently sucking on her bottom lip. As she attempted to speak, Luke seized the moment to slide his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. When their tongues met, he let out a hungry groan, eagerly intertwining his tongue with Hera’s in a series of passionate exchanges.

Hera’s thoughts came to a halt as her head grew fuzzy, oxygen seemingly drained, and her knees turned to jelly. All she could focus on was how incredible Luke’s kisses were and the delicious twitching sensation deep within her core.

“Oh my GOD! Is horniness a disease?” The thought flashed through Hera’s mind as Luke continued to savor every bit of her taste. She tried to push him away to catch her breath, placing her hands on his sturdy chest, but he was like an immovable rock, not flinching no matter how much she pushed.

Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, as if afraid she’d get away from him. His other hand, which had been on her jaw, slid further to the back of her head to prevent her from turning away.

Luke bit Hera’s lower lip and sucked on it gently before using his tongue to tease her lips. Then, his tongue slipped back into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to come out and play, inviting it to dance with his.

Hera followed Luke’s lead, sticking out her tongue, and he didn’t waste a second, sucking on it right away. She moaned into his mouth as he continued his assault of kisses. His thumb played with her sensitive earlobe, making her writhe like a boneless squid in his arms.

Luke’s kisses alternated from gentle to needy, but before he could go any further, a loud ‘ding’ sound brought them back to reality. The elevator stopped moving, and the doors slowly opened.

‘So much for holding back,’ Luke thought to himself as he reluctantly pulled away from Hera. A thin silver thread of saliva connected their tongues. Luke gave Hera one last lingering kiss, then licked her lips where the thread ended. A smirk played on his lips, his eyes glinting with a hint of deep hunger and danger.

If they weren’t in the elevator but in a room, Hera was certain that Luke wouldn’t have let her go so easily. She also realized that she wasn’t as adverse to physical intimacy with the male leads anymore; in fact, she felt her body craving it, screaming to be taken, and growing frustrated that they hadn’t reached the next stage.

When Luke withdrew from her, Hera felt a lingering attachment, and as he stepped back, she couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that followed. Hera felt her body changing, unsure whether it was for better or worse at that moment.

Luke took one last deep look at Hera, his eyes glinting with mixed emotions before he finally let the elevator doors close. Even after the elevator reached the penthouse floor, he lingered there, lost in thoughts of the kiss he had shared with Hera. He had never felt such a strong attraction or desire for a woman’s touch before.

If Luke hadn’t regained control at the last second, he might have found himself with Hera’s legs wrapped around his hips, making love to her right there in the elevator. However, his rationality prevailed. He realized that it could potentially be Hera’s first time, and such a public and non-romantic setting might give her the wrong impression—that he was only interested in a casual fuck, which she clearly wasn’t.

He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, although he was being impatient now, he could still hold on to his desires.

After standing in front of the elevator door for a half-hour, he returned to his unit without bothering to turn on the living room lights, heading straight for his bedroom. He could still smell Hera’s lingering scent on his body as he took a deep breath, imagining her in his arms, recalling the kiss they shared, and the sensation of her soft body against his.

He continued to imagine what he wanted to do to Hera in the elevator—how she would cling to his neck, her legs straddling his waist, as he gently thrust inside her, giving her time to adjust to his size.

“Oh God,” Luke murmured, his gentle demeanor giving way to a primal desire and possessiveness. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants, his arousal becoming almost unbearable. With trembling hands, he unzipped his pants, freeing himself and stroking harder, imagining what might have happened if he hadn’t held back. He imagined how it would feel inside her tight warm pussy, how tightly she would hold onto him, and the sound of her voice as he thrust into her with his hard cock.

Luke’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each heavy breath. His head tilted back as he felt his arousal nearing its peak, his urgent strokes becoming harder and more desperate until he came abruptly. Strings of cum shot from his cock, landing on his heaving, muscular abdomen.

With his eyes closed, Luke’s thoughts remained consumed by Hera. He envisioned his cock deeply buried inside her tight warm pussy, lazily thrusting to ensure every drop of his cum was released inside her. He imagined supporting her gently, her back against the cool elevator wall, before guiding her back to his unit. There, still connected intimately, he gently carried her to his bed, where they lay together until they drifted off to sleep.

He paid no mind to his appearance or the sweat glistening on his skin. Lost in the fantasy of Hera peacefully nestled in his arms, he eventually drifted off to sleep. His immersion in his imagination blurred the lines between reality and dreams, only becoming clear when he awoke the next day.