He knew if he let his breaths run wild, let his body surrender to the rhythm of her mouth, he'd spill over the edge in seconds, and he wasn't ready for this to end so soon.
Dina seemed oblivious to the torture she was inflicting, her focus entirely on the task at hand as she took more of his rod into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate him as she swallowed him completely.
The sight of her, fully impaled on his rod, her mouth stretched wide, her eyes locked on his with a fierce determination, was almost enough to push him over the edge right then and there.
Gon forced his eyes open, looking down at her through a haze of pleasure, his chest tight with the effort of holding back.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders, strands clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, and the way she held his gaze, unflinching and bold, sent a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the drafty room.
