Chapter 878 Sweet Morning Trap
But the way they were positioned placed all the pressure on Hera, making it difficult for her to move. Xavier still hadn’t pulled out, and she could barely speak, her throat dry, lips parted as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.
Seeing her in that state, Xavier finally moved. He slowly withdrew from her, his cock still hard and glistening with their shared release. A faint, amused smirk tugged at his lips before he turned toward the coffee table, where a pitcher of water and a glass sat.
He poured her a drink and returned to her side, gently cradling her head as he helped her sit up. Hera, parched and drained, drank greedily. But the moment the cool liquid hit her throat, she choked.
Alarmed, Xavier immediately set the glass down on the bedside table and rubbed soothing circles on her back, murmuring soft reassurances as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.
"Easy, Hera..." Xavier’s voice was a gentle murmur now, a stark contrast to the hunger that had filled his gaze just moments before. Hera, utterly spent, simply closed her eyes and focused on calming her breathing as her throat gradually recovered.
A flicker of guilt stirred in Xavier’s chest. He had given in to his overwhelming desire, so fiercely and suddenly, that he hadn’t considered how exhausted she must be. Even now, his body still burned with a deep, restless hunger, his arousal refusing to fade. It was maddening, a consuming need unlike anything he had ever felt. But he had already indulged himself once. Hera needed care now, not more intensity.
"Let me help you wash up a little, hmm?" he whispered.
Lifting her with practiced ease, Xavier cradled her gently in his arms like something fragile and precious. He carried her into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub as he drew a warm bath, the rising steam softening the air. Hera didn’t protest; her breathing had evened out, her body limp and trusting in his hold. The comfort of his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breath, and the lingering afterglow of their making love lulled her further into drowsiness. Her mind, once clouded with worries, began to quiet.
As she drifted into sleep, Xavier carefully stepped into the bath with her, positioning her in his lap to prevent her from slipping beneath the surface. His movements were slow, deliberate, reverent.