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.
