Because right now, he couldn’t. As a doctor, he knew exactly where the body’s most sensitive nerves were, and he used that knowledge to his advantage, making Hera feel his growing arousal without saying a word—his every touch silently conveying what words couldn’t.


    "When you’re aiming, focus—steady your breath, line up your shot, then pull the trigger," Zhane instructed in a calm, even voice. But the warmth of his breath brushed against Hera’s neck, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. Just as his lips lightly grazed her skin, <i>’Bang!’</i>—the gun fired. Her body jolted, not from the recoil, but from the distraction, her thoughts now miles away from the target.


    The gun went off, but Hera’s mind wasn’t anywhere near the target. She couldn’t focus. The Zhane standing behind her now wasn’t the calm, collected figure he was in the novel. Even in his intimate moments with Alice, he remained in control—teasing her, knowing exactly how to push her to the edge with his medical expertise.


    He made every touch feel intentional, but always with consent. He would ask what she wanted before moving forward, turning each interaction into a slow, deliberate dance of connection and desire. Yet now, with Hera, there was no asking—only action, and it sent her mind spinning.


    Right now, Zhane couldn’t think straight. His usual restraint was nowhere to be found. All he wanted was to devour Hera, to bend her over the table in front of them, her body arched, her ass pressed against him as he ground his hardened shaft against her soft curves. His self-control was slipping away, overwhelmed by the primal urge surging through him.


    "Great job, Hera. You scored full marks," Zhane praised, but his voice dripped with a sensuality that made Hera’s heart race. Her eyshes fluttered at the sound, feeling the weight of his words deep inside. His left hand, still resting just below her belly button, began to move, his thumb rubbing in slow, teasing circles.


    Hera’s breath hitched, a shaky inhale betraying herposure. "As a good girl," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive, "what reward do you want?" His hardened shaft pressed firmly against her ass, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.


    Hera’s entire being was stirred by the deep, baritone of Zhane’s voice, each word like a caress that threatened to break her restraint. She bit her lips, desperately trying to stifle her moans, but Zhane seemed to sense her struggle and only leaned in closer. "You need to focus on your core too," he purred, his voice rich and almost hypnotic.


    The sensation of his words was enough to make Hera’s eyes flutter and roll back, the intensity of his voice making her feel as though it alone could consume her. When they say a voice can be seductive and could impregnate, Zhane’s was the epitome of that allure.


    "You feeling it?" Zhane’s voice was a low, teasing murmur, his thumb continuing its slow, deliberate rub just below her belly button.


    "Ye-yeah..." Hera gulped, her voice trembling as she struggled to maintain herposure.


    "Good," Zhane’s voice was a drawn-out purr. He pressed his body closer, using his hand to guide Hera’s movements so she could feel his hardened shaft pressing against her. "What about here?"


    Hera felt his smile through her sensitive skin, his eyes locked on her face as she let out a shaky breath. "Ye-yeah..." she croaked, struggling to keep her voice steady.