Chapter 619 A Quikie

Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with faint muffled noises from outside. Leo's phone buzzed on the coffee table, but he ignored it entirely.

His forehead rested against Hera's, his intense gaze fixed on her closed eyes. A small smear of red lingered on Hera's lips, transferred from the bite on Leo's shoulder, though he seemed oblivious to the pain.

Their breaths intertwined, hot and heavy, adding to the heat radiating from their sweat-slicked bodies.

Hera's fingers remained tangled in Leo's hair, her grip still firm. Leo's hand gave her buttocks a possessive squeeze, his cock still hard and rearing to go.

His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his mind clearly debating whether to take her again.

Hera, lost in the aftermath of ecstasy, remained dazed, her thoughts a pleasurable blur as she basked in the waves of her recent climax.

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...