Chapter 970: Chapter 970 A Promise From Zhane
Biting his lower lip, he drove his fingers deeper, in and out, drawing out every shiver from her. His voice dropped to a coaxing murmur, low and sinful, like the devil whispering temptation into her ear. "Hera... tell me—do you want a third finger? Hmm?"
"Yes! Yes, please... I want more..." Hera pleaded breathlessly, her answer spilling out with raw, obedient need.
A slow, devilish grin curved on Zhane’s lips as he slipped another finger inside, making Hera squirm and her moans rise louder.
"Shhh... Hera, keep your voice down. The bodyguards are right outside. I don’t want them hearing your beautiful voice..." he whispered, before capturing her lips again, swallowing every desperate whimper into his mouth.
But the deeper his thrusts went, the harder it became for Hera to catch her breath, her walls clenched around his fingers, tighter and hotter with every wave of pleasure.
"Ugh, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby... relax a little, hmm?" he coaxed, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed just how much he enjoyed seeing her unravel under his touch.
The sight of her, shaking, breathless, while clinging to him, only fed the fire burning inside him. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, steel-hard and demanding release. He could already imagine what it would feel like, replacing his fingers with his cock, driving into her over and over until she couldn’t hold back her cries. The thought alone was pure torture, making his restraint feel like it might snap at any moment.
Driven by his own desire and mounting frustration, Zhane kept claiming Hera’s lips again and again, swallowing every whimper she let out. Each time she pushed him back just to catch her breath, he allowed it, only to steal another kiss the moment her lips parted.
Her walls began to spasm around his fingers, clenching so tightly it was as if her body was trying to force him out. He knew she was on the edge. With a low growl, he quickened his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, until Hera finally broke.
"Ahh—! Hnnn..." Her cry was caught in his mouth, muffled as her lashes fluttered wildly and her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.
Her body shuddered violently, convulsing in his arms, and through the kiss, Zhane let a wicked grin tug at his lips. He bit down on her lower lip, tugging it gently, savoring the way she trembled in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.
Zhane felt the hot rush of her love juice coating his fingers as Hera’s uninjured leg shot straight, her toes curling tight. He withdrew his fingers, giving her just a heartbeat of relief, but before she could even catch her breath, those same soaked fingers found her clit.
He rubbed in fast, relentless circles, and Hera cried out, her voice breaking as another wave crashed over her. Her body jolted violently, and in the sudden rush of ecstasy, she squirted—her vision flashing white as if she blacked out for a heartbeat.
After a moment, Hera weakly opened her eyes, only to be met with Zhane’s lust-darkened gaze. Before she could even manage a faint smile, he lifted his hand and languidly licked the fingers that had just been buried inside her. She watched, breath caught, as his tongue traced every inch, her slickness glistening in a silver strand that made the sight unbearably lewd.
"Don’t..." Hera whispered hoarsely, but the word faltered when Zhane slid all three fingers past his lips, sucking them slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Like a predator claiming its prey. Hera’s body betrayed her, shivering at the sight, a heat rushing through her as she swallowed the tight lump in her throat.
Zhane’s eyes burned with an unspoken promise, as if saying, ’If you weren’t a patient right now, I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel me for days.’
The thought alone sent another shiver racing through Hera’s body, a dangerous thrill sparking deep inside her. But she didn’t dare voice it, after all, people said never to tease a starving wolf, and with the way Zhane was looking at her, she feared he might just snap.
Her body longed for him, yet reality weighed heavily. One arm and a leg were bound in casts, and though those might not stop their intimacy, she couldn’t ignore the sharp truth of her fractured ribs. The reminder dampened her excitement, leaving her with a pang of frustration that curled tightly in her chest.
After sucking his fingers clean, Zhane leaned closer, his lips brushing against Hera’s ear as he spoke in a low, languid drawl laced with heat. "Don’t worry, I promise you, when you get better, I’d make love to you and make sure you’d feel me for days until my shape is engraved into your body..."
As he lifted those same damp fingers toward her lips, Hera sucked in a sharp breath. Anticipation coiled inside her, her throat drying as her mind betrayed her with vivid images of the day he’d finally claim her. Desire burned so fiercely she almost ached for it.
But what neither of them realized was that they weren’t alone in their moment. Across the room, someone had stirred.
Leo had woken midway through their little game, fighting to keep his breathing even. His body betrayed him. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his clothes, as Hera’s muffled moans lingered in his ears. Yet he couldn’t speak, couldn’t reveal himself without shame.
And as the medication pulled him under once more, the sounds he had overheard twisted into his dreams. In them, he was the one slamming into Hera, over and over, until she was nothing but a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.
But was it really just a dream?
It felt far too vivid, so real that Leo could see every detail of Hera’s flushed expression, could hear his own ragged gasps escaping into the air, and could feel the tight, velvety clutch of her inner walls wrapped around his thick shaft as he thrust in and out of her. The sensation was so consuming, so thorough, that he swore he might combust on the spot.
Or... was this something else? A fragment of memory, perhaps, one of the precious moments he had shared with his fiancée when their intimacy knew no limits? The thought blurred the line between fantasy and reality until Leo surrendered fully to the dream, wishing never to wake up.
But time pressed on. Eventually, the heaviness in his limbs and the soreness in his body forced him back toward consciousness. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, only to find Hera and Zhane gone; perhaps they are out for fresh air or running some errands. Even Rafael was nowhere to be seen. He was alone.
With a faint groan, Leo reached for the remote and adjusted the bed, easing himself into a sitting position. Just then, the door opened. A female doctor in a mask stepped inside, moving briskly to his bedside. She glanced at his chart, checked the apparatus beside him, and began jotting down notes, her pen scratching quietly against the paper.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice carrying a faint lift, almost a lilting note that caught Leo’s attention. His brows knit together as he studied her.
For the briefest heartbeat, her eyes sparkled, an unguarded flicker before she forced her composure back into place. It was subtle, but Leo noticed.
That fleeting slip told him something: this woman might know him. Yet no matter how he searched his memory, he couldn’t recall her face at all. A chill of suspicion ran through him, the thought that she might have been sent by his enemies.
His guard rose instantly, and his gaze hardened, turning cold and sharp.
"Good," he replied flatly, his voice cutting through the space between them like ice.
The female doctor seemed entirely unfazed by his cold response, as if she had grown accustomed to this side of him. To her, that single word felt like a gift, almost as if she had received more than she expected.
Leo could read it in her eyes, the way they softened into open admiration, maybe even something closer to love.
He didn’t want to dwell on it. The very thought unsettled him. His gaze darkened as he fixed her with a sharp glare.
"Are you done checking? Please leave. I’m tired and want to rest."
It was a lie.
He had only just woken up, his eyes still rimmed with the faint redness of sleep. But he didn’t so much as flinch as he lied through his teeth. The truth didn’t matter; he just wanted her gone.
"I still need to check a few things. Please hold still for a moment," the female doctor said softly as she stepped closer, slipping the stethoscope into her ears. Her hand moved to his patient’s gown, fingers brushing against the fabric as she prepared to press the cold metal of her stethoscope against his bare chest.
Just then, the door slid open. Rafael entered first, pushing Hera inside in her wheelchair, with Zhane close behind. The three carried bags of takeout, their voices and presence breaking the charged silence that had settled in the room.