The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-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.

"Strawberry... I’m cumming..." Xavier moaned against her mouth, his voice low and breathy, rich with pleasure, sinfully magnetic.

That sound alone shattered what little control Hera had left.

Another surge of euphoria hit her like a tidal wave, and her eyes rolled back as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She nearly blacked out from the overwhelming ecstasy. A hot rush of fluid spilled from her, her release gushing and coating Xavier’s cock just as he spilled deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his thick, pulsing seeds.

Even after their climax, Xavier didn’t let go.

He remained inside her, his body trembling as he struggled to catch his breath, chest heaving against her damp back. Hera had gone limp in his arms, breath shallow and rapid, her skin flushed. Gently, he gathered her against his chest, holding her close with one arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

Then he realized she had passed out again.

A smug, proud smirk tugged at his lips... but it didn’t last.

The memory hit him like a slap: She has a race today. She said she’d be picked up at 7 a.m. sharp.

Xavier’s heart dropped to his stomach.

Panic crept into his chest as guilt overtook his fading high. What had he done? Giving in to his desire now, when she needed rest, strength, and focus, was selfish. He cursed himself silently, cradling Hera with a tenderness that didn’t erase the guilt brewing inside him.

"Baby, can you hear me?" Xavier whispered softly into her ear, his voice husky and warm, like a lullaby meant only for her.

The sound stirred Hera gently. As the lingering waves of euphoria faded, her lashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened. A hazy warmth flooded her senses, the dopamine still dancing in her brain lifting her mood like she was floating. Everything felt light, peaceful, glowing.

’So this is what they mean by the after-sex glow,’ she mused, her body gradually grounding itself in reality again.

She tried to move, but Xavier hadn’t pulled out yet. His cock was still buried deep inside her. The moment she shifted, he instinctively held her still, wrapping his arms around her from behind. With a lazy grin, he gave a few slow, deliberate thrusts, gentle, almost teasing, like he was making sure every last drop of himself stayed inside her. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Then he rested his cheek against hers and smiled.

"Sorry, Strawberry... I gave in to my selfishness and wore you out, even knowing you have something important today," Xavier murmured, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

But despite his words of apology, his slow, lazy thrusts and affectionate nuzzling told a different story. Hera shivered. Her body was still hypersensitive from their earlier intimacy, and every movement sent new sparks through her already trembling form. She could feel the heat building again.

Trying to collect herself, she reached up and ran her fingers through Xavier’s hair as he rested his head against her shoulder like an oversized, affectionate dog.

"Don’t worry," Hera said softly, brushing his hair back. "I actually feel... good. It helped. A little de-stressing therapy, maybe."

She wasn’t wrong. Studies did say sex could relieve stress and even burn calories, and right now, she felt like the tension from the past few days had melted away. Her body was sore, but her mind felt clearer, sharper than yesterday.

Carefully, she eased herself away from him, only to feel warmth slipping down her thighs, a reminder of their shared release. Xavier’s eyes darkened the moment he noticed that white, thick fluid was slowly flowing down her thigh, hunger flashing across his expression again. Hera caught the look, and her breath hitched.

"Nope. No way." She bolted to the bathroom, shutting the door before he could so much as move, and started her routine, washing up, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed.

She chose a white fitted turtleneck, faded high-waist jeans, and a thin black Chanel leather belt. Black heeled boots completed the look, and she tied her hair into a high ponytail, leaving a few wispy strands to frame her face. Simple, chic, and effortlessly cool.

When she emerged, the room no longer looked like a battlefield. Xavier had already straightened the bed. He stood there in his earlier grey sweatpants, bare-chested, his sculpted abs on full display.

Without a word, he handed her a glass of water, watching her drink with a soft smile.

Then he slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. When he stepped out a few minutes later, it was clear he had a plan. He, too, wore a white fitted turtleneck, paired with faded jeans and black military boots. A loose denim jacket hung over his shoulders. To top it off, he wore a black face mask, sunglasses, and a matching cap, ready to walk out looking like a K-pop idol in disguise.

After all, Xavier would be attending Hera’s race, and since they were outside their home country and without his full security detail, he couldn’t help but worry. He was concerned they might run into some of his international fans, and that kind of attention could delay Hera. On top of that, he wasn’t even sure what kind of transportation had been arranged for her, so he wanted to be prepared for anything.

Seeing him fully covered, cap, sunglasses, face mask, the whole disguise, Hera couldn’t help but laugh softly.

"When you cover yourself up this much," she teased, "you end up attracting even more attention. Ease up a little, will you? Don’t worry, I brought my own security team. And we’re not likely to run into your fans, given our mode of transport."

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