The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Chapter 408 If You Can’t Fight It, Then Enjoy It
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WARNING!!!

A little [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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Hera felt a fierce heat rising within her, stoked by Zhane’s every touch. He seemed to master the art of igniting and fueling that fire, teasing her with an expertise that was both undeniable and provocative. Despite some changes in his demeanor, he was still the same captivating teaser known in the novel, his actions a testament to his skill.

But unlike in the novel when he would always asked how the female lead wanted it, where she wanted it, or what she wanted, right now, what Zhane was doing is ask her how she’s feeling it, where she’s feeling it, and what she’s feeling. The difference is, in the novel he asked before he moved, but right now, he moved before asking.

Her anticipation grew with each passing moment, her sensitivity reaching new heights. “Zhane…” Hera whimpered, her voice trembling, as her breathing became uneven and ragged, escaping in shallow gasps.

Her whimpering call to his name shattered Zhane’s remaining restraint. With a sudden motion, he seized the gun from her hand, securing it with one grip then locked it before slamming it onto the table. He then cupped Hera’s jaw, forcing her to look up at him from behind, and captured her mouth with a fervent kiss.

As Hera gasped in surprise, Zhane seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, his touch purposeful and persistent. While he continued to rub just below her belly button, he felt her arousal growing, her heartbeat quickening. He explored her mouth with a deliberate sweep of his tongue, drawing out her response with every caress.

Zhane grunted as his tongue finally intertwined with Hera’s, and she clutched his strong, firm arm, feeling the muscle flex with each movement. The sensation was intoxicating, and Hera found herself being swept up in Zhane’s rhythm. She was acutely aware of how deeply she was falling into the moment, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

“Hera…” Zhane murmured almost into her mouth, giving her a brief moment to catch her breath. “I need more,” he said with a hint of urgency. Hera responded eagerly, her right arm sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.

She knew better than to resist the magnetic pull between them; surrendering to the attraction felt inevitable, and fighting it would only make the experience more complicated.

It’s better for things to happen on her terms and for her to enjoy them, rather than twisting the narrative. She believed that while the storyline would always find a way to progress, it might also lead the male leads to become overly possessive and domineering if they’re unable to fulfill their intended role of intimacy with her that was set by the storyline.

Intimacy with her can take various forms, from kissing and touching to more. If she manages to control the situation effectively, she might settle for just these actions. However, if the male leads become unruly, they might push boundaries if she resists too much.

So, she chose to navigate the situation on her own terms, finding enjoyment in it since escaping wasn’t an option.

At that moment, she chose to savor the experience. She wrapped her arm around Zhane’s neck to deepen their kiss, letting her tongue dance with his. It was clearly effective; Zhane’s muffled groan reverberated in her mouth, but he continued to entwine his tongue with hers, occasionally sucking and nibbling.

Zhane’s hand, which had been resting on her belly, slowly moved up to her chest. He cupped her right breast, eliciting a gasp from Hera, which he immediately absorbed with a deeper kiss. Despite the urgency in his touch, Hera could still feel his tenderness as he fondled her through the fabric, teasing her hardened nipple with his fingers.

When Zhane paused to let her catch her breath, he gently nudged her neck, skillfully pulling down her turtleneck using his teeth just enough to expose her skin. He began to suck and then lick the soft spot, causing Hera’s knees to weaken with pleasure. Her soft moan of “Um…” only spurred Zhane to continue, intensifying his kisses and licks.

Hera released a long, drawn-out exhale as Zhane sucked on her earlobe and pinched her nipple through the fabric. “Ah! Zhane!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and pleasure.

Instead of pain, Hera experienced a tumultuous churn in her stomach. At that moment, Zhane’s hands traveled from her stomach down her thighs, eventually slipping inside her skirt. “Zhane!” she called out urgently.

Even without overthinking, she understood his intentions. She felt a pang of anticipation but also knew that allowing him to continue could quickly spiral out of control.

They were still in a public setting, and anything beyond kissing and touching would be risky. Although the novel ‘Thin Line Between Love and Lust’ often depicted the original female lead and male leads seeking adventure and intimacy just out of sight of the public but was still in the public setting, Hera had yet to have her first experience. She wanted it to be with someone she truly felt comfortable with and cared about.

And deep down, she knew, the male leads couldn’t be that person.

It was as if Zhane sensed Hera’s thoughts. He leaned in, his voice low and seductive as he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t go too far. I just want to make you feel good.” Then, he captured her lips again, drawing her focus away from her worries and urging her to simply revel in the pleasure.

Hera’s heart skipped a beat at Zhane’s words, but there was no time for reflection. Her thoughts scattered as Zhane’s hand slipped inside her skirt, bending her over the table in front of her. Despite his position, Zhane stayed close, his hardened shaft pressing firmly against her from behind. He began to grind his hips slowly, allowing her to feel his arousal, while his fingers gently caressed her folds.

“Ah!” Hera’s eyes fluttered as her throat grew dry from the sensation of Zhane’s skilled fingers, like jade, caressing her folds and rubbing her clit in a slow, circular motion.

“Fuck! Hera, you’re so wet,” Zhane grunted, his words muffled against her mouth. Hera felt a powerful, thrilling pull in her stomach; Zhane had never spoken so dirtly before, not even with the original female lead. The low growl escaping his lips was incredibly sexy and enticing, heightening her arousal.

Hera felt Zhane move her panties aside and slide a finger inside her, starting slowly. She couldn’t help but moan, her body trembling slightly in his arms. He continued to kiss her, never releasing her mouth, as he pumped his finger in and out. As her body began to adjust to the sensation, Zhane added a second finger, making her gasp like a fish out of water, but he didn’t stop.

“Hera, tell me, how do you feel? Do you want me to stop?” Zhane asked, his tone serious but his eyes sparkling with a hint of teasing. He watched her beautiful face, now glistening with sweat, her eyelashes fluttering like delicate butterfly wings.

Hera bit Zhane’s lip in response, but he teasingly halted his finger’s movements, causing her to pout and momentarily set aside her embarrassment. “Zhane, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice tinged with a mix of desire and desperation.