Chapter 880 Guilty Xavier
As the sky outside their window gradually lightened with the approach of dawn, and the creaking of the bed grew louder with every movement, Xavier knew time was running short; he had to finish soon. But he wanted her to cum with him.
Releasing her bouncing breast, his hand slid downward, gliding along the curve of her ribs, then lower to her trembling stomach. The light touch made Hera gasp, her insides fluttering in anticipation. She was already close; he could feel it.
Then his fingers found her clit.
He drew fast, precise circles, relentless in his pace. Hera arched back instinctively, her head resting against his shoulder as her body trembled beneath the overwhelming dual stimulation. Xavier still didn’t release her mouth, his hand holding her close as he drove into her harder, deeper, faster.
It was an assault on her senses, waves of pleasure crashing over her from every angle.
Her mind went blank.
Her body convulsed.
The intensity of it all sent electricity surging through her veins, a tingling ecstasy that overwhelmed her completely. Every muscle tightened, every nerve lit up, and for a moment, it felt like she was ascending, lifted to the very peak of heaven by the man whose name was carved into her soul.
"Ah—!" Hera’s muffled cry was swallowed by Xavier’s lips as the telltale tightness gripped him, her inner walls contracting with such intensity it nearly forced him out. But he kept going, chasing the high they were both on. His cock twitched, swelling inside her as he felt himself tipping over the edge.