Leo, Luke, and Xavier exchanged looks, the sa hunger evident in their eyes as they look at Hera’s defenseless self.
Each of them struggled to control their urges while they dressed Hera, their restraint clear despite the temptation.
One by one, they cleared their throats, and Leo continued his task with quiet focus.
When they were finally finished and Hera’s used clothes were neatly folded, the three of them exited the room, heading to the other bathroom to take cold showers and cool down their rising body heat.
When Dave erged from the bathroom in his bathrobe, he found the bed empty, with Hera sleeping soundly in her fresh pajamas.
A smile tugged at his lips as he made his way to the right side of the bed, preparing to slip under the blanket.
But then, realizing his hair was still damp, he rushed to grab the hotel’s hair dryer, determined to dry it before joining Hera, concerned that the wet strands might disturb her rest and make her feel uncomfortable.
After drying his hair, Dave rushed back to Hera’s side. By then, the other three were nowhere to be seen.
With a contented smile, he slipped under the blanket and gently began to pepper soft kisses on Hera’s cheeks, her closed eyes, her lips, the tip of her nose, her temple—every corner of her face, as if he wanted to mark every inch with his affection.
His kisses were light and almost childlike, filled with innocence and longing, yet they conveyed a deep sense of happiness. He only lay back down when he was satisfied with his quiet display of love.
Overjoyed to have this mont alone with her, he pulled Hera closer, his arms wrapping around her.
As she felt the coolness of his body against hers, Hera instinctively nuzzled her head into his chest, a soft movent that made Dave’s eyes crinkle in delight.
He buried his face against her temple, savoring the warmth of the mont, before his own eyes fluttered shut. In that peaceful silence, he drifted off to sleep, unaware when the others had quietly climbed into bed.
As morning light filtered through the curtains, Hera slowly opened her eyes, feeling completely refreshed, as if an endless surge of energy was coursing through her.
The first thing she saw was the soft, white jade-like skin before her—complented by sculpted, stone-hard abs. The sight was undeniably appealing. She bit her lip, her gaze slowly drifting upward, only to et Dave’s sleeping face.
Normally, Dave’s mischievous, playful antics made him seem more like a man-child, hard to take seriously in the group.
But now, as he slept silently, his handso features were accentuated in a way she had never noticed before.
His long, tail-like back hair cascaded down the side of his neck, and the soft morning light from the window made his red hair shimr with a smooth, almost radiant sheen.
It was then that Hera realized just how strikingly handso Dave truly was.
Every contour of his face was as handso as the rest, his long eyelashes gently resting against his cheeks, and his skin unblemished, with a natural, flawless quality.
Hera couldn’t help but trace the sharp curve of his nose, her fingers lingering as they moved down to his soft, inviting lips.
"Sweetheart, if you keep tempting like this so early in the morning, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle." Dave’s voice was hoarse, low, and laced with seriousness, the playful tone replaced by sothing darker.
Slowly, his athyst eyes opened, locking onto Hera’s. He looked like a captivating fox spirit, his gaze intense and almost predatory, as if he were drawing her in with every glance.
Then, a devilish smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his expression almost proud, as if he knew exactly how much she was enjoying what she saw.
Hera didn’t flinch or look away, her gaze steady on Dave’s confident expression. She couldn’t deny just how handso he was.
Then, she felt a hand squeeze her waist, and only then did she realize she was caught between Dave’s embrace and another person behind her.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, his head resting against the crook of her neck. That explained the slight stuffiness she was feeling.
The person behind her stirred slightly but remained asleep. However, as she shifted, she suddenly felt sothing hard press against her rear.
Instinctively, she moved closer to Dave, only to find another hard sensation pressing against her front.
She froze, her eyes widening as she looked up at Dave, surprised and unsure of what to make of the situation.
’It’s still so early in the morning, these guys...’ Hera thought to herself, but even without voicing it, her expression gave her away. Dave couldn’t help but chuckle, his tone teasing.
"Sweetheart," he said softly, guiding her hand down to his hard shaft. "This is normal. It’s called ’morning wood.’ Most n experience it every morning." His eyes never left her face as he spoke, his voice playful yet steady. Slowly, he guided her hand to stroke him, a devilish grin tugging at his lips.
"I’ve heard that morning sex is the perfect morning exercise to start the day," Dave said, his voice low and suggestive as he gently guided Hera’s hand up and down his shaft.
His large hands covered hers, her soft palm just brushing the fabric of his robe. But soon, he wanted more.
He pulled her hands away from the fabric and placed them directly on his cock, the sensation of her touch making him shudder with pleasure. His eyes fluttered, and when they opened again, the raw desire in them was unmistakable.
"Sweetheart," Dave’s voice ca out hoarse, his gaze fixed on Hera, his eyes slightly moist and his breath beginning to hitch. "I want..."
Before Dave could continue, Leo’s voice interrupted from behind Hera. "It’s barely morning, and you didn’t even give my wife a chance to have breakfast before you’re already asking for action? Where’s your conscience?"
Leo’s tone dripped with mockery as he looked Dave up and down. He pulled Hera closer, resting her against his chest as he sneered, "Getting a little restless, are we?"
Dave choked up, feeling wronged, his gaze pleading with Hera as if silently asking her to back him up.
But Leo didn’t give him the chance to play pitifully. With a swift motion, he scooped Hera up, his actions leaving little room for protest.
Luke, who had been sleeping behind Leo, stirred at the movent. Xavier, who was behind Dave, remained still.
Despite the king-size bed, space was tight, and any movent could send those at the edges tumbling off.
Luke’s eyes fluttered open, and he lazily propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze shifting to Leo. "What’s going on?"
"My wife is awake. I’ll be taking her to breakfast, then showing her around Barcelona before we head back ho," Leo said.
After all, their ti in Barcelona was limited—Hera still had classes to attend back ho and upcoming other engagents.
They could only squeeze in a bit of sightseeing. It was her first ti in the country, and she hadn’t had the chance to explore, having spent most of her ti staying out of the public eye before while playing poor.
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