The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 617 Dream Coming True
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WARNING!!!

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

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“Are you alright?” Leo asked again, his voice laced with concern. He couldn’t shake the thought that Hera might be traumatized by the earlier incident, and now it seemed to haunt even her sleep.

The moment he heard her labored breathing, his own drowsiness evaporated. He sat up, instantly alert, and gently tried to wake her.

When Hera finally stirred, her cheeks were flushed, her expression dazed. As her eyes gained focus, a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face, making Leo’s worry deepen.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask another question, Hera’s hand shot up, pressing softly against his lips.

She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, leaving Leo puzzled about what was running through her mind.

Though she said nothing, he noticed the tips of her ears growing red, a detail that made him blink in surprise. Slowly, a knowing grin spread across his face.

Since Hera refused to let go, Leo smirked mischievously and stuck out his tongue, licking her palm. The unexpected sensation made Hera jerk her hand away with a startled gasp.

However, her sudden movement caused her to lose balance on the narrow sofa. She nearly toppled over, but Leo reacted swiftly, grabbing her arm and pulling her back just in time to prevent a fall.

In the process, Hera ended up pressed close to him, their faces mere inches apart. Their breaths mingled, warm and tantalizing against each other’s skin. The atmosphere shifted in an instant, the air around them thick with an undeniable tension.

“L-Leo…” Hera’s hoarse voice croaked, low and unsteady, but to Leo, it sounded irresistibly alluring, igniting a spark deep within him.

Before she could say another word, his lips captured hers in a swift, heated kiss.

Still reeling from the vivid remnants of her dream, Hera let out a soft, breathy moan, her body hypersensitive and her heart pounding wildly.

The sound only stoked Leo’s desire, pushing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped past her parted lips, exploring, tasting, as his eyes fluttered closed.

One hand slid firmly to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other, still gripping her arm, gently guided it over his shoulder.

He urged her to wrap her arms around his neck, closing the remaining distance between them as the intensity of their embrace grew.

“L-Leo… There are still people outside…” Hera managed to say between breaths, her voice soft and laced with a mix of urgency and shyness.

She wanted to remind him that they weren’t alone, that this wasn’t the place for such things.

But her words only seemed to spur Leo on, a glint of mischief flickering in his eyes. The idea of being caught added a dangerous edge to the moment, making his heart race even faster.

With effortless strength, he grasped her slender waist and lifted her, settling her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing. Leaning back against the chair, he gazed up at her, his expression both playful and intense.

“Shhh… They wouldn’t know…” Leo murmured mischievously, his voice low and sultry as his eyes gleamed with a mix of seduction and teasing.

He wanted Hera to abandon her inhibitions, to let herself be swept away in the moment.

Before she could muster a reply, he leaned closer, his lips chasing hers with deliberate intent, not giving her a chance to escape.

His left hand slid behind her neck, holding her gently but firmly to deepen the kiss, while his right hand trailed down to the zipper of her racing suit.

Slowly, he tugged it down, the faint sound of the zipper filling the tense air. Hera’s heart pounded fiercely at the sound, her breath hitching as she realized what was happening.

When the suit finally parted, what greeted Leo made his eyes darken with desire—a sexy black lace lingerie set that clung to her like a second skin.

Hera’s cheeks flushed crimson, mortified. It felt like her actions were contradicting her words. She was saying they couldn’t, yet the lingerie spoke of seduction, as if she had expected this to happen.

But it wasn’t her doing. It was Xavier who had chosen the lingerie, likely indulging in his own preferences, when he had dressed her earlier.

She had only noticed it after she’d changed into her racing suit and, without a spare change of clothes, had resigned herself to wearing it, never imagining she’d end up in this situation.

She wanted to explain, but the words caught in her throat. Anything she said would only make her sound more guilty, so she bit her lip instead, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh in frustration.

Faint traces of Xavier’s marks still lingered on her smooth porcelain skin, mingling with the remnants of the previous night—faint imprints left by Leo, Rafael, and Zhane.

Leo’s eyes darkened as his gaze fell on the marks. Slowly, his fingers traced one of the ones he had left, his touch deliberate, almost possessive.

The intensity in his eyes grew as they locked onto hers, sharp and unyielding, sending a shiver down her spine.

Hera’s heart thudded wildly, each beat echoing in her chest. He looked like a predator, his gaze fixed on her as though she were his prey.

Hera gulped, her breath catching in her throat as the tension between them thickened, wrapping around her like an invisible cord.

Before she could say a word, Leo suddenly stood up, and Hera instinctively clung to his neck, straddling his waist. Leo chuckled in delight, but before Hera could fully process what was happening, his lips descended upon hers in a flurry of kisses.

He carefully helped Hera out of her race suit without setting her down, slowly pulling it off her shoulders, down her arms, and then to her waist.

The cool air from the air conditioner met her exposed upper body, making her gasp and shiver. Unfazed, Leo gently placed her down, positioning her to kneel on the sofa with her back to him.

He then slid the race suit down to her knees, leaving her feeling flushed and exposed in the vulnerable position.

Hera’s face burned with embarrassment at how revealing her stance was, but Leo didn’t give her a moment to react. He leaned his body against her back, anchoring her in place, and began a trail of kisses from her neck down her spine.

His right hand traced her back, slowly making its way to her buttocks before sliding a finger into her pussy, heightening the intensity of the moment.

“You’re already this wet,” Leo murmured with satisfaction, his finger pumping in and out of her pussy, producing soft, lewd noises.

Hera’s shaky whimpers were strained as she struggled to suppress her moans, fearful that those outside might hear. Leo kissed her shoulder blade tenderly, his other hand slipping beneath her bra to cup her breast, fondling it gently. His eyes never left her face, keenly observing every change in her expression.

“Does it feel good?” he asked suddenly, his voice a husky whisper. Hera couldn’t respond; her mind was spinning in a haze of ecstasy, and Leo’s question only intensified the sensation, causing her core to tighten even more around his finger.