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.