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.
