But the way they were positioned placed all the pressure on Hera, making it difficult for her to move. Xavier still hadn't pulled out, and she could barely speak, her throat dry, lips parted as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.
Seeing her in that state, Xavier finally moved. He slowly withdrew from her, his cock still hard and glistening with their shared release. A faint, amused smirk tugged at his lips before he turned toward the coffee table, where a pitcher of water and a glass sat.
He poured her a drink and returned to her side, gently cradling her head as he helped her sit up. Hera, parched and drained, drank greedily. But the moment the cool liquid hit her throat, she choked.
Alarmed, Xavier immediately set the glass down on the bedside table and rubbed soothing circles on her back, murmuring soft reassurances as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.
