Chapter 969: Chapter 969 Doing Naughty Things With Zhane
After helping the two, Zhane crouched in front of Hera with a playful glint in his eyes. "I’ve done what my lady asked... don’t I deserve a reward? Hmm?" he teased, his tone unusually light. It was rare for Zhane to act this way, and the hint of mirth in his gaze made Hera’s heart soften.
He was always the dependable one, the mature man who looked after everyone like an older brother, seldom asking for anything in return. Seeing him playful like this stirred an urge in Hera to pamper him. If only she weren’t injured, she would have pounced on him herself, maybe even teased him back just to see how he’d react.
Instead, with her uninjured arm, Hera reached out to touch Zhane’s face, gently sliding his gold-rimmed glasses away to reveal the brilliance of his emerald eyes. Without the barrier of the lenses, those bright orbs shone even clearer, and his usually soft, gentle features shifted into something wilder.
The change made Hera’s heart skip a beat. Zhane suddenly looked more mature, more dangerously handsome.
The teasing glint in his eyes only made Zhane appear even more dangerously alluring, like a predator lurking in the tall grass, a beast who could play the part of a gentle cat yet turn into a menace before others, while remaining a docile tiger before his caretaker.
This side of him was a different flavor from the usual, and to Hera, it was unexpectedly enticing, sending a thrill through her.
But the thrill lasted only a moment before she forced it down. What could she even do now, injured as she was? It felt like having a delicious feast placed right before her, close enough to admire, but untouchable. The restraint was torturous.
As if reading her thoughts, Zhane let out a soft chuckle. "We don’t have to go that far. I’m still a doctor, after all—and my patient needs care..." he murmured, trailing his fingers across her cheek. Yet that dangerous allure lingered in his expression, making his next words dip into something more playful. "But... we could do something lighter."
Before Hera could respond, his lips claimed hers, firm yet gentle. His arm slid around her, holding her close as he lifted her with ease and carried her toward the couch, away from both the king-sized bed and Leo’s patient’s bed.
Zhane never broke the kiss, deepening it as he lay her down, showering her with a trail of hot, featherlight kisses across her lips, nose, ears, and along her jawline.
Hera’s body heated under his touch, a soft moan escaping when the ticklish sensations overwhelmed her. Desire curled in her chest, and unable to resist, she chased after his lips again and again, drawn to him like a moth to flame, her dazed eyes now clouded with longing.
She was caught in a difficult position. Her mind knew her body couldn’t handle anything beyond the sweetness of kisses right now, yet every nerve in her body screamed for her to seduce Zhane, to take him and ride out the desire burning within her. But with the extent of her injuries, that was impossible, and she knew Zhane would never allow her to push herself that far just to satisfy a fleeting urge.
Still... like he said, indulging a little wouldn’t hurt.
As soon as Zhane reached the couch, he eased down carefully, settling Hera onto his lap with practiced gentleness. He made sure her injured arm and leg were safe from strain before leaning back against the cushions.
With her left leg in a cast, he guided her right leg across him so she could press closer, her body leaning into his.
The moment they settled, his kisses deepened, hot and consuming, his ragged breath fanning across her face. His tongue slipped past her lips, coaxing hers to respond, urging her into a heated dance.
At the same time, his right hand began a slow, deliberate journey—starting from her ankle, gliding upward along her calf, then tracing over her thigh with featherlight brushes of his fingers. Each touch sent shivers racing over her skin, making her body ache and her inner walls clench involuntarily.
"Hngh..." Hera moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled as Zhane swallowed it eagerly, his lips refusing to part from hers while her trembling body melted against him.
Zhane’s fingers crept higher along her thigh, slow and deliberate, like the crawl of a spider’s legs. The pace was torturous, and Hera’s mind was already drowning in anticipation. Every breath he took, every subtle movement, seemed amplified, twisting her stomach into knots of desire.
Needing air, she pulled back slightly, her red, swollen lips forming a faint pout. "Zhane... I never knew you could be such a meanie," she whispered, her voice tinged with breathless reproach.
Her words barely left her mouth before his fingers reached her dampening core, pressing against the fabric that kept him from her. "Ha—!" A sharp, breathy moan escaped her lips as she trembled, a delicious shiver racing from her sensitive clit, spreading from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head.
Her uninjured arm instinctively caught his wrist, as though to stop him, yet her body betrayed her. Deep down, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more. She wanted him to ruin her, to make a beautiful mess of her.
’Holy moly, since when did I become this horny?’ Hera asked herself, startled by the flood of thoughts swirling in her mind.
But what could she do? As much as they desired her, she found herself yearning for them just as much. She had never felt this way before, not even during her time with Alexi.
Was it because these men had been her first, the ones who showed her the bliss of true intimacy?
Probably not.
Deep down, she knew it was something more. She felt this way because she was gradually opening her heart to them, emotionally and spiritually. That connection mattered, and it was only when she started accepting their feelings that her body began to crave them constantly.
The realization struck her with both embarrassment and acceptance. She was finally embracing it, though she still wasn’t used to the intensity of her own biological needs as a woman toward her men.
Once, she had been the innocent one with the angelic face. Now, she still looked like an angel—but one with the body and desires of a succubus. Before, people had only joked about her having a succubus-like figure. Now, even her thoughts and cravings seemed to be transforming.
Noticing her distraction, Zhane gently pinched Hera’s chin, tilting her face until her dazed eyes locked with his mesmerizing emerald gaze. His thumb brushed over her swollen lips as he murmured, low and steady, "Hera... focus on me, hmm?"
Only when he was sure she was looking at him, dazed but fully focused on him, did he claim her mouth again. His kisses grew hungrier, nibbling at her lips, sucking at her tongue, drawing her deeper into him.
All the while, his fingers moved with practiced precision, circling over her clit through the thin fabric of her clothes.
But that wasn’t enough for him. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, practically chosen so she could be carried easily to her wheelchair and still remain modest. The light material and wide openings around her thighs, however, gave him easy access to do naughty things.
With deliberate slowness, Zhane pushed her panties aside and let his fingers explore her slick folds, tracing her wetness with a teasing touch that made her body jolt.
The moment his fingers brushed over her slick folds, Zhane sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes darkened, and he bit down on her lip a little harder, drawing a hiss from Hera. But the overwhelming pleasure pulsing between her thighs quickly drowned out the sting on her lips.
"Mmm..." Hera whimpered softly as she slowly rolled her hips to make his fingers go deeper.
"I never knew you were such an impatient kitten..." Zhane murmured with a low chuckle, his mouth grazing her neck as two fingers slipped inside her. Hera’s body trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as the heat in her core only grew wetter, needier.
"Fuck... you’re so wet," he growled against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine before he fastened his mouth to her skin, sucking until a small mark bloomed there. His restraint was unraveling fast, Hera could feel it in the hardness pressing against her from beneath, the insistent bulge growing under her and nudging at her backside.
"Ah... hmm... ugh!" Hera’s moans spilled louder with each thrust as Zhane quickened the pace of his fingers pumping inside her. Her body arched and began to lean back, surrendering as the pleasure consumed her senses.
Zhane’s gaze never wavered; he watched her unravel piece by piece, his emerald eyes darkening with hunger as though he could devour her whole.