Chapter 211 Fiery Kiss
Hera gasped in surprise as Leo’s hand tenderly found its place at the back of her head, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle caress of her earlobes, he deepened their kiss, his tongue delicately exploring the depths of her mouth. Entranced by the sweetness of her taste, Leo couldn’t resist pushing further, lost in the moment with Hera. All he could think about was her—her softness, her every sigh and soft moan, a testament to her breathless surrender to their embrace.
Suddenly, Leo’s mind was flooded with images of Hera’s past relationship with Alexi, igniting a fierce jealousy within him. The thought of another man sharing even a kiss with Hera drove him to an irrational possessiveness. In a moment of unchecked emotion, he lightly bit Hera’s lips, not enough to cause harm but sufficient to leave them reddened and tender.
Leo’s lips quivered with unspoken pain and loneliness as he questioned why Hera had fallen for another man even before they met. Pouring his heartache into their kiss, a chorus of moans escaped Hera, a blend of pleasure and perhaps a hint of discomfort. The ambiguity only fueled Leo’s passion further, igniting an inferno within him.
Hera found herself swept away by a tempest of emotions within Leo’s kisses, each one stirring her heartstrings in a way that puzzled even him. As she clung to the collar of his suit, yearning for a moment to catch her breath, Leo’s passionate kisses rained down upon her like an unrelenting storm. Yet amidst the deluge of sensations, she felt his hand, once at her waist, now tracing the curves of her hips with eager fingers, encompassing even the gentle swell of her rear. A rush of anticipation coursed through her, her stomach leaping with desire rather than nerves, as Leo’s strength guided her closer to him. With a subtle shift of his arm, he began to gently press her hips against him, and Hera could feel the searing heat of his arousal, she could feel the undeniable hardness of his shaft beneath the fabric of their clothes.
She felt her core contracted at that time, now, her other hand that was still holding the bottle of pills was clinging to his broad strong shoulder as she slightly encircled it to his neck. After Leo guided Hera’s ass to move closer to him, he groaned sexily as he felt her softness grind through his shaft that sent a delicious feeling through his body and he instinctively closed his eyes as he played with Hera’s soft and sweet tongue.
Her soft voice, a mellifluous melody, whispered like a siren’s call in Leo’s ear. As the effects of the drug consumed him, his mind became a haze, desire cresting to its zenith. With a primal instinct, Leo lifted Hera, her legs clinging to his waist, his hand cradling the back of her head. Their passionate kiss persisted, unbroken, as Leo carried her across the room. With each purposeful stride, they could feel the pressure of his hardened shaft against Hera’s core, eliciting a gasp for air and a tremor through her body. As they reached the circular sofa in the private room, Leo’s hand found Hera’s ass, lifting her effortlessly, their connection growing more intense with every movement.
At that moment, Hera was lost in the throes of passion, unaware of her own actions as she clung to Leo like an octopus, her movements instinctive as she pressed her wet core against his throbbing shaft, each subtle grind igniting a fire between them.
"Hera..." Leo’s voice, hoarse and seductive, sent shivers down Hera’s spine as he continued their kiss. With gentle care, he eased her down onto the sofa, his struggle against the drug evident in his determination not to let it overpower him. He wanted to remember every moment spent with her, to etch each detail into his memory, whether it was a mistake or a mutual desire they both silently shared.