CHAPTER 879: CHAPTER 879 IMPOSSIBLY PERFECT

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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!

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One of his hands slipped lower, fingers trailing along her thigh before slipping into her panties. His long fingers teased her folds with feather-light touches, coaxing her to say aloud what her body already betrayed—that she wanted him.

’This sneaky Xavier!’ Hera thought, her resolve crumbling as she sank deeper into the delicious trap he’d set just for her.

Seeing Hera give in, Xavier smiled against her skin like a smug cat who’d just stolen a fish. He pressed a soft kiss to the mound of her breast, then sucked lightly, determined to leave his mark. His teeth grazed her hardened nipple again as his fingers continued their teasing dance over her slick folds.

"God, Strawberry... you’re soaking wet," he groaned, his voice strained with hunger.

Without waiting, he pushed her panties aside and yanked down his grey sweatpants in one swift motion. His need for her was too urgent to deny. He aligned cock and slid into her entrance with a sharp breath, like a man racing against time.

"Just a quickie, okay?" he whispered hurriedly, knowing she might scold him for being reckless, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to feel her, to be close, even if just for a moment.

Lifting one of her legs to his waist, he adjusted his stance to thrust up into her with deep, steady strokes. Hera gasped, her moan slipping free, but Xavier quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shhh... It’s dawn. Someone might hear," he warned in a husky whisper.

Then, shifting them again, he guided her to lie on her stomach, ass raised high. Her nightgown bunched at her waist, and her white silk panties, already askew, left her glistening entrance exposed. Xavier’s sweatpants had been pushed low, just enough to free his aching cock.

He positioned himself at her entrance, breath ragged, then pushed into her with a deep, deliberate thrust. Hera moaned loudly into his palm, and Xavier’s jaw clenched, veins bulging in his hand as he fought to keep control, to make this last, even when his body screamed to let go.

Xavier’s gaze lingered on the smooth expanse of Hera’s jade-like back. Leaning down, he pressed his chest to her back and brought his lips close to her ear, gently nibbling at the lobe. The teasing touch made her walls clench around him with startling intensity.

"Shit, Strawberry... I really can’t get enough of you," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire.

His hips moved in deep, rhythmic thrusts as he slid his index finger from her lips, tracing the curve of her mouth before gently slipping it between her parted lips. He felt the warmth of her tongue as it met his fingertip, soft and inviting. At the same time, his mouth returned to her ear, tongue tracing a slow path from her earlobe down the side of her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her shiver uncontrollably.

Hera struggled to stifle her moans, but every breath she took was filled with the weight of Xavier, his body pressing her down, his scent filling her lungs, his presence overwhelming every inch of her senses. It was deliciously suffocating.

And then, another deep thrust. It hit her like lightning, and her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as she bit her lip to keep quiet, her body trembling beneath him.

Xavier had promised himself he wouldn’t overdo it; Hera still had a race, after all. But his body betrayed him the moment she was within reach. No matter how much he tried to hold back, his restraint crumbled beneath the weight of his desire.

Rationality lost to instinct, and before his mind could catch up, his hips were already pounding into her, hard and deep. The pleasure surged through him, overwhelming every thought, while her intoxicating scent filled his lungs and sent his senses spiraling.

"Strawberry, try to hold your moans, okay?" Xavier whispered mischievously, already knowing she was struggling to stay quiet, to keep from waking the others. But instead of easing off, he only made it harder for her.

Bracing himself, he thrust deeper as he lifted slightly, his pace growing more deliberate. One hand stayed firmly over her mouth, muffling her rising cries, while two fingers—his index and middle—continued teasing her tongue, slick and warm within her mouth. At the same time, his other hand gripped her right butt cheek and gave it a firm squeeze, making her stomach flutter and her inner walls clench around him again.

"God, you’re perfect," he groaned.

Driven by her reactions, Xavier’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, his hand holding her ass like a handle as he moved, urgent but not careless, rough yet laced with a strange tenderness. Then he picked up the pace, hips snapping against her with an intensity that made Hera’s mind blur. The rhythm, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure, everything tangled together until she felt like she might scream, like her moans could shatter the dawn if he weren’t silencing her.

"Ha... ha... ha..." Xavier gasped between breaths, eyes locked on Hera’s supple ass as it bounced with each deep thrust. The way her soft, pale skin rippled like waves of milky silk had his mind spiraling. His breathing turned ragged as he leaned back slightly, biting his lip, overwhelmed by the feeling of her warm walls gripping him so completely.

This closeness, this searing intimacy, was everything he craved. And yet, it still didn’t feel like enough. Not for someone like Hera.

A lifetime with her wouldn’t be enough.

Emotions, desires, and thoughts collided within him as he moved with instinct and longing. He had never been captivated by any woman before, not like this. Before Hera, he hadn’t understood what intimacy could do to a man, why others would lose themselves in it, even ruin themselves chasing it. But now? Now, he understood it completely. Not because of lust alone, but because it was Hera.

Because with her, he had bared everything: his body, his desires, his heart, and his soul.

And for the first time, he truly felt seen, wanted, known, and needed.

Xavier felt the tension coil in his lower abdomen, his stomach muscles tightening, abs flexing with each relentless thrust. His control was thinning, his body pushed to the edge, but still, he couldn’t stop. Not when Hera felt this good beneath him.

Releasing his grip on her ass, he shifted her posture, guiding her up onto her knees. One of his hands remained over her mouth, muffling her cries, before sliding down to cradle her slender neck in a possessive yet tender hold. His other hand cupped her swaying breast, fingers expertly teasing her nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until Hera squirmed, her gasp sharp and strained.

Then he leaned in, tilting her face back over her shoulder, and captured her lips in a deep, devouring kiss, his way of stifling the moans that threatened to break free. His hips moved with wild vigor, relentless but intentional, every stroke sending shudders through them both. His hand remained at her neck, not choking, just holding, firm, intimate, grounding.

And Hera... God, she was tightening around him with every thrust, like she was trying to draw out every last drop of him. The sensation made Xavier let out a strained, breathy moan of his own. He nipped at her lips gently, overwhelmed by how good, how impossibly perfect, this moment felt.