The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 809

Chapter 809: Chapter 809 The Gift
After Cindy left, Hera and Zhane stepped back into his office. Without a word, Hera gently tugged Zhane toward the private lounge. The tips of Zhane’s ears flushed red, though his expression stayed carefully composed.

‘Is she that stressed?’ he wondered, his mind racing. The idea that Hera might want to relieve tension the most primal way crossed his mind—after all, stress relief through sex wasn’t unheard of. And Hera taking the lead like this? That only added to his assumptions. So, saying nothing, he followed her in obedient silence.

Then, once inside, Hera guided him to sit at the edge of the bed. Zhane kept still, letting her take the lead, until she spoke—softly but firmly:

“Close your eyes.”

Zhane’s heart pounded as a rush of heat spread through him, his breath catching as his body responded to the intimacy of the moment. His lower abdomen tensed, a familiar ache stirring deep within. With his eyes closed, every sound around him seemed amplified—the faint rustling of fabric, the subtle shifting of movement. Each sensation was heightened, and his skin tingled as if the lightest touch might set him ablaze.

Then, Hera’s fingertips brushed lightly against his throat, grazing his Adam’s apple. A sharp grunt escaped him—muffled, restrained—as he clenched his jaw, struggling to remain composed.

“Ugh!” he groaned, low and breathless.

Startled, Hera sprang to her feet, her cheeks blooming with color. The air between them thickened with unspoken tension, charged and unmistakably intimate.

Hera froze, unsure of what to do next. She could hear Zhane’s breathing grow uneven, and a flush was creeping up his neck and across his skin. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would’ve believed the calm expression on his face—so perfectly composed, so unreadable.

But when her gaze drifted lower and landed on the visible tent in his pants, her own face burned with embarrassment, and a wave of flustered panic bubbled inside her.

“Z-Zhane, y-you can open your eyes now,” Hera stammered, holding the velvet box out in front of him with trembling hands. When Zhane opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of the opened box, revealing a pair of imperial jade cufflinks and a matching tie pin.

“I designed these,” Hera said softly. “I had them custom-made… using the jade I got from stone betting with you that time. I chose imperial jade because it reminded me of your eyes—so clear and striking. Do you… do you like them?”

Her voice wavered as she fidgeted nervously, unable to meet Zhane’s intense, smoldering gaze. His eyes flicked from the accessories, to her hands, and finally to her flushed face.

Then, without a word, he reached out, pulling her into his arms and gently guiding her onto his lap. Hera gasped in surprise, straddling him instinctively, and her cheeks flared even hotter as she felt the unmistakable pressure beneath her.

Zhane’s breath hitched as the tension between them thickened, his hands resting possessively at her waist.

And then his lips met hers—slow, deliberate, and searing with passion. One hand cradled the back of her head, anchoring her in place as if afraid she might slip away. The kiss deepened gradually, drawing out every breath until he finally pulled back, his voice low and hoarse.

“Yes,” he murmured, his gaze locking with hers. “I like it… I like it so much. But more than that, I like you even more.”

Before Hera could react, his lips captured hers again—this time with urgency, hunger pouring from him like a dam finally giving way.

“Hnn…” Hera whimpered against his mouth, overwhelmed by the growing heat between them. Whatever words or protests she had were lost, swallowed entirely by the intensity of his kiss.

Zhane’s hand, no longer restraining her wrist, slipped beneath her sweater, his palm finding the curve of her breast with practiced tenderness. Then, breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with desire and need, burning into her like fire.

“You’re… not wearing a bra?” Zhane asked, his voice low with surprise and heat as he gently pinched her nipple, sending a shiver down Hera’s spine.

She trembled beneath his touch but couldn’t bring herself to speak at first. The bodysuit she wore earlier while navigating the forest had left her breasts sore and tender, and she’d simply wanted to let them breathe. No bra meant no pressure—just comfort and a bit of relief. Still, trying to explain that now, in this moment, felt impossible.

Zhane, on the other hand, found it intoxicating. The realization made his desire flare. He continued to fondle her breast, his gaze fixed on her flushed face with growing hunger. Hera could only bite her lip, unable to find her voice, her body already reacting as the cold air brushed her sensitive skin, making her nipples harden under his touch.

A low growl rumbled from Zhane’s throat. He suddenly ducked his head beneath her sweater, his mouth closing around her nipple. Hera gasped sharply, arching into him.

“Zh-Zhane!”

But he didn’t stop. His lips and tongue worked with deliberate slowness as he sucked and teased, one hand at her waist guiding her hips to grind against the hard cock straining beneath his pants. Then, just before he pulled away, he left a kiss mark at the middle of her breast—a mark both intimate and possessive.

This was definitely putting Hera in a dangerously tempting mood, her scalp tingling and her body heating with anticipation. But just as the moment threatened to spiral further, a thought flashed through her mind—Zhane was still on duty. If something urgent came up and he was suddenly called away, wouldn’t it leave them both in a messy situation?

It seemed Zhane had the same realization. Instead of pressing on, he let out a deep breath and gently rested his head against Hera’s chest, his ear over her heart. The steady rhythm grounded him, helping him calm the fire raging within.

Hera, still flushed, quietly ran her fingers through his hair. The intimacy lingered between them, quiet but warm, as both of them took a moment to steady their hearts.

“Thank you for the gift.” Zhane looked up at Hera from their close embrace, his eyes shimmering with joy. Hera responded with a sweet smile, and Zhane leaned in to kiss her again—this time with a softness that spoke of tenderness and deep affection.

Then, with gentle care, he reached out and took the velvet box from her hands, gazing at the jade cufflinks and tie pin with admiration. His heart swelled. He never imagined that the imperial jade Hera had won during the stone betting—the day he’d accompanied her—would one day be turned into a heartfelt gift for him.

That memory, already special, now felt even more precious, tied forever to this moment and the love in her gesture.

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