The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Chapter 589 Round Two
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WARNING!!!

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

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“Hmmm…” Hera’s soft whimper escaped her lips, her voice trembling as it mingled with his heavy, labored breathing.

“Hera, one more… Hmmm?” Xavier coaxed softly, his voice thick with desire. He still hadn’t had enough of her, his body and mind aching for more.

Even after cumming, his hips couldn’t stop moving, thrusting steadily inside her, driven by an insatiable hunger.

‘Shoot, I forgot just how much stamina the male leads have—one round is never enough.’ Hera thought to herself, her mind racing as she picked up on the key points in Xavier’s words.

Even though she hadn’t caught everything he said, she’d heard enough to know he was asking for more.

Hera had no strength left to protest.

Even though it was Xavier doing the moving, her body felt battered and exhausted.

He didn’t give her any time to think—his lips moved to nibble on her ear, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her, causing her core to tighten.

At the same time, Xavier thrust deep and hard, making Hera’s whimpers grow louder.

“Ah!” she cried out, her voice trembling with the overwhelming sensation.

Xavier then turned her to face him, capturing her lips in a hungry, deep kiss filled with both passion and possessiveness.

He didn’t stop there—his right hand moved to fondle her breast, pinching her nipple from time to time.

Each pinch made Hera gasp for air, but that only gave Xavier the chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to find hers, twining together in a sensual dance.

As Xavier played with her tongue, his cock drove deep inside her pussy, making Hera cling desperately to his neck.

Her right hand slid up to the nape of his neck, fingers weaving into his soft, white locks, thick and silky like a cat’s fur.

Her left hand found its way to his upper back, just below his neck, her nails digging into his skin with each powerful thrust.

Xavier’s relentless movements only spurred her on, their bodies locked in a rhythm of passion and intensity.

Hera’s whimpers were swallowed by Xavier’s mouth as he continued to thrust his hips, the rhythm steady and relentless.

Hera straddled his strong waist, and Xavier couldn’t help but smile against her lips in satisfaction, feeling her tremble in his arms.

He wanted to imprint this moment in his mind, to make sure every inch of her was etched in his memory.

Hera was too beautiful to ever forget now—like a playful, coquettish cat, she exuded an irresistible allure, wanting to be indulged but too wild to be tamed, always on the edge of being dangerously unpredictable.

Xavier felt the sharp sting in his back as Hera’s nails dug into his skin, but the pain only fueled his desire, driving him to thrust deeper inside her pussy.

He shifted his pace and repositioned themselves, slowly pulling back from her lips, a silver thread of their shared saliva lingering in the air between them.

Hera’s misted eyes, filled with longing, looked irresistibly beautiful as Xavier gazed at her.

He carefully placed each of her legs onto his arms, granting himself deeper access, a position that made the connection between them even more intimate.

However, as she became aware of their exposed position, Hera’s face flushed a deep crimson, a wave of embarrassment washing over her.

Before Hera could say a word, Xavier pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside her.

With a swift motion, he drove deep into her like a piston, and the force knocked the breath from her lungs.

A loud moan escaped her lips as the pleasure surged through her, her body trembling under the intensity of his thrust.

But Xavier wasn’t done.

Positioned like he was about to do a push-up, his body taut and focused, he held her legs stretched across his arms.

His lips returned to claim hers, silencing her with another kiss, while his thrusts continued, each one coming in rapid succession.

He pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, before ramming into her hard and deep over and over again.

The pleasure was driving Hera nearly insane, consuming her rationality with every thrust, but all she could manage was a muffled cry, her lips locked by Xavier’s in a passionate kiss.

In their position, she could only reach up with her hands, gripping the cushion tightly as her fingers curled into a fist, desperately trying to hold onto something.

The waves of pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her senses to the point where she didn’t know what to do but surrender to the sensation, letting her body drown in it.

Xavier’s ragged breathing and the heat of his sweat brushed against her skin, while Hera kept her eyes tightly shut, her gaze already lost as her eyes had rolled back into her skull.

“Xavier… Xavier…” Hera could only repeat his name, as if pleading for mercy, the pleasure overwhelming her to the point of desperation.

But Xavier wasn’t listening anymore.

His desire and the intoxicating pleasure had already taken over his mind, leaving him with only one focus—Hera’s face, and the burning need to make her his completely.

Hera had lost all sense of time, unable to tell how long she had been drowning in pleasure.

But she could feel the next wave of her climax building, so close, and Xavier’s rapid breathing brushed against her fluttering eyelashes.

His low groans grew more hurried and louder, a clear sign that he, too, was nearing his release.

“Hera… I-I’m cumming again!” Xavier groaned through gritted teeth, his voice strained with intensity.

He leaned into the crook of her neck, burying his face against her shoulder, and before Hera could react, he bit down on her skin.

The sudden pressure made her inner walls clench tighter than before, and Xavier’s thrusts grew deeper, pushing against the entrance of her womb as he released his thick load inside her.

“Ugh!” Xavier groaned, his sound more animalistic, a deep growl that vibrated through his chest.

Hera, unable to contain herself, let out a loud, almost scream-like moan. “AH!”

When he was done, Xavier collapsed on top of Hera, his full weight pressing down on her, momentarily making it hard for her to breathe.

But just a second later, he gently lifted his body off her, ensuring she wasn’t crushed beneath him.

“Sorry, strawberry. It felt so good I almost passed out,” he teased, his voice laced with satisfaction.

Normally, Xavier didn’t speak much, but now, his words were laced with a dirty, sexy edge that sent Hera into a trance, his voice becoming intoxicatingly irresistible.

The only sound that filled the space around them was their heavy breathing, the warmth of the dim light making Hera feel drowsy.

After taking a moment to recover, Xavier sat up, his gaze turning to Hera.

When he remembered the bite on her shoulder, his expression softened with concern.

He gently rubbed the red mark, his eyes filled with apology.

Fortunately, his teeth hadn’t sunk too deep, leaving only a faint red imprint.

“Sorry,” he murmured softly, his fingers gently massaging her shoulder.

After a moment, he picked up his shirt from the floor and draped it over her, then carefully lifted her into his arms, carrying her to her room with tender care.