"Ah!" Hera let out a soft, alluring moan as Zhane squeezed her butt cheeks again. His other hand slid behind her neck, holding her firmly in ce, making it clear he had no intention of letting her escape. "Zhane!" she called out, her voice betraying more need than she intended. A flicker of reason reminded her they were still outside the Golden Dragon Pavilion, and she had meant to tell him to stop. But instead, her voice came out seductive, as if she were inviting him to do more.
Hearing his name spill from her cherry-red, seductive lips sent a surge of heat spiraling through Zhane’s core. He couldn’t help but groan, though the sound was muffled by their passionate kiss. But that didn’t slow him down—if anything, it only fueled his desire. He wanted more than just a kiss; he wanted all of her, right there, in that moment.
Before Zhane could take any further action, a knock on the passenger side startled both Hera and Zhane. Hera instinctively tried to push Zhane away, but his strength made it almost impossible for her to move him more than a couple of inches. Zhane, however, calmly allowed her to create some distance but didn’t fully release her. Both of them were panting heavily, with Zhane’s powerful chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Despite the interruption, his gaze remained passionately fixed on Hera’s flushed face.
"You’re not a dream," Zhane murmured, his eyes still a bit blurry but gradually clearing, as if he wereing back to full awareness. Hera braced herself for an excuse or an apology, but instead, Zhane shed her a relieved and genuine smile. "I’m d it wasn’t just a dream." Hera choked slightly on her own breath, feeling a mix of defeat and embarrassment.
Zhane was about to say more, but Dave’s frantic knocking started to irritate him. When Dave’s car finally pulled up behind Bry’s father’s truck, he was eager to rush to the front to catch up with Hera and Zhane. However, after two or three minutes with no movement from the cars ahead, a sudden realization struck him. He jumped out of his car and hurried to the front of the line. Sure enough, Hera’s car was right there, and the valet waiting by the driver’s side door had a flushed face and was pointedly looking away.
The car’s engine was still rumbling, indicating that Hera hadn’t turned it off yet, but there was no sign of movement inside. Dave was about to ask the valet what was going on when he caught a glimpse through the front of the car and saw Hera and Zhane passionately making out. His frustration red, and he felt a pang of exclusion. He almost stumbled on his own feet as a thought crossed his mind: ’<i>What do I mean by feeling left out? Would it be okay if I joined in on the action too?’</i> Dave grumbled inwardly.
He saw that the usually reserved Zhane now appeared like a ravenous beast, eager to devour his prey but simultaneously cautious not to cause any harm. His movements were filled with a mix of intense desire and careful restraint.
He saw Hera’s flushed face, her grip on Zhane’s cor resembling that of a needy cat. Ovee with jealousy and unwillingness to be left out, Dave frantically knocked on the passenger window. As Zhane and Hera parted, Dave caught Zhane saying something to Hera, his expression content. Hera’s face turned even redder, her lips swollen and a deeper shade of red than usual, as she looked bashfully away.
Hera was at a loss for words after Zhane’sment, his contented smile only deepening her embarrassment. She tried to look away, hoping to hide her flushed cheeks, but as she turned, her gaze locked with an amethyst eye staring back at her. It felt like déjà vu, and the familiarity of the situation made her want to sink into the ground. The embarrassment was overwhelming, intensified by the fact that there were now more people witnessing her intimate moment with Zhane inside the car.