Gon's Harem System
Chapter 184: With Zara 2 (18+)

Chapter 184: With Zara 2 (18+)

He watched her squirm beneath him, reading every twitch, every catch in her breath, his touch a deliberate tease that stoked her fire higher.

Zara’s patience snapped.

With a snarl, "Stop playing", she tore at her undercloth, ripping the fabric aside in a single, impatient yank, baring herself to him.

The air hit her skin, cool against the heat pooling between her thighs, and she glared up at him, daring him to match her now.

Gon grinned, a flash of teeth in the dim light, and his fingers found her slick folds, stroking with precision, slow at first, then faster, adjusting to the gasps that spilled from her lips.

He circled her clit with a featherlight touch, then pressed harder, drawing a loud moan from her throat as her hips bucked up to meet him.

Her hands fisted in the rough blanket beneath her, knuckles whitening as she fought to keep some shred of control, but he was relentless, his fingers slipping inside her now, curling just right, coaxing her toward the edge with a rhythm that left her trembling.

The room filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, the creak of the bed, the wet slide of his touch against her.

But Zara didn’t yield for long.

She surged up, one hand tangling in his hair, yanking him down into a bruising kiss.

Her lips crashed against his, fierce and unapologetic, her tongue plunging past his teeth, claiming his mouth with the same ferocity she’d claimed the fight.

Her free hand darted between them, wrapping around his rod, hard and straining against her palm, and she stroked him hard, matching the rhythm he’d set against her core.

His groan rumbled into her mouth, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her chest, and she tightened her grip, her thumb brushing the tip, slick with his own heat.

Gon slid lower, his lips trailing a deliberate path down her body, leaving a wake of heat across her skin.

He paused at her breasts, kissing the soft swell of one before closing his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard.

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, a sharp edge to the pleasure that made Zara arch off the bed, her spine bowing as a curse tore from her throat, "Gon, you bastard."

Her voice cracked, rough with need, and he grinned against her flesh, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud before moving to the other, giving it the same fierce attention.

Her hands twitched at her sides, fingers flexing as if unsure whether to pull him closer or shove him away.

He didn’t linger long, his kisses dipped lower, tracing the taut line of her stomach, his breath hot and teasing as it ghosted over her core.

She tensed beneath him, thighs trembling with anticipation, and when he hesitated, hovering just above her, she snapped, "Do it, damn you," her tone a jagged mix of command and desperation.

He didn’t make her wait.

His tongue pressed flat against her, firm and sure, licking the full length of her slick heat in a slow, deliberate stroke that drew a shudder from deep within her.

Then he shifted, quick, precise flicks against her clit, expert and relentless, his eyes locked on her face, drinking in every twist of her features as she writhed.

His hands slid under her thighs, gripping hard, fingers digging into the muscle to hold her open as she thrust up against his mouth, hips rolling with a wild, unbridled rhythm.

Her legs clamped around his head, heels pressing into his shoulders, and her hands shot to his hair, fisting the dark strands tight. "More," she demanded, her voice raw and loud, echoing off the stone walls.

He obeyed, adding two fingers, sliding them deep and curling them against that spot inside her that made her gasp sharpen into a cry.

His lips closed over her clit, sucking hard as his tongue worked in tandem, and the combined assault shattered her, her first climax crashing through her like a storm breaking.

She screamed, unrestrained, her hips bucking wildly as she rode the waves, her body trembling, slick with sweat and the heat of release.

The aftershocks still pulsed through her when she recovered, fast, fierce, unwilling to let the moment slip.

With a growl, she shoved him off, her hands rough against his chest as she flipped him onto his back.

The bed creaked under the sudden shift, straw rustling beneath the blanket as he landed, his breath hitching in surprise.

She straddled him in an instant, knees bracketing his hips, her eyes blazing with a fire that hadn’t dimmed, sweat glistened on her skin, catching the candlelight, turning her into something feral and radiant.

Her hand found his rod, hard and straining, and she gripped it tight, guiding him to her entrance with no hesitation.

She sank down hard, her core enveloping him, tight, hot, slick from her climax, and a low groan rumbled from his chest, his hands flying to her hips as she set a fierce pace.

Her movements were sharp, commanding, each thrust a claim as she rode him, her thighs flexing with every rise and fall.

The air thickened with the slap of skin against skin, her ragged breaths mingling with his, the scent of sex and leather heavy around them.

Gon’s fingers tightened on her hips, not to guide but to anchor himself as she drove them both higher, her pace unrelenting.

Her hair swung wild around her face, strands sticking to her damp forehead, and she leaned forward, bracing one hand on his chest, nails raking over his skin as she pushed harder, faster.

His gaze stayed on her, dark and intense, watching the way her lips parted, the way her body shuddered with every downward thrust.

She was a force, untamed, unapologetic, and he met her fire with his own, his hips rising to match her rhythm, driving deeper until her breath hitched, a second edge looming close.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the flickering light and creaking bed fading into the background, leaving only the heat, the tension, the raw collision of their bodies locked in a battle neither would lose.