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Chapter 241
~Isla’s POV~
Neil’s hands gripped my thighs firmly, anchoring in place as he devoured like I was his personal obsession.
He flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit, teasing it with maddening precision before pulling back and licking deeper, flattening his tongue and tasting every inch of .
"Gods—" I hissed, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to .
He moaned in response, and the vibration made my knees buckle.
I pressed back into the books behind , needing sothing to keep upright as his mouth moved faster—alternating between slow, languid licks and sharp, focused flicks that sent sparks across every nerve in my body.
My breath stuttered. My thighs trembled and m grip shifted to the table’s edge.
Neil kissed my pussy like he wanted to undo , like he needed to co apart for him.
Every ti I thought I couldn’t take more, he shifted—tilting his head, sucking softly around my clit, then dipping his tongue inside again. Each movent was precise and intentional.
My hips rolled against his mouth, chasing the rhythm, losing myself in the haze of pleasure.
He gripped my leg tighter, grounding as I writhed against his mouth.
I could feel the heat pooling in my belly, building with every flick of his tongue and the way he moaned like he was drunk on .
I was so close. So fucking close and could not wait to unleash my orgasm n=ion him but knowing Neil that was like begging to see the Moon Goddess.
He pulled back just enough to look up at .
"You taste like sin," he rasped in a hoarse voice. His mouth was slick with , eyes half-lidded, ravenous.
I bit my lip, half-delirious. "Don’t stop," I whispered. "Please..."
His grin returned—dark, dangerous, hungry—and he buried his face between my thighs again, tongue lashing against with renewed hunger.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
My entire body arched as the wave crashed over . My legs trembled violently, a strangled moan escaping my lips as I shattered, breathless and overwheld, pulse hamring in my ears.
I didn’t know how long I floated there, fingers still curled in his hair, chest heaving.
And still, he kissed my lower lips through it—softly now, savoring the tremors, the aftershocks of my release, the way my body clung to his every touch.
It was madness. Pure, intoxicating madness.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
Still, Neil was wicked enough not to really stop.
My fingers wove through his hair, hips arching into his mouth as he licked, sucked, and groaned against my skin like I was his last al.
Every flick of his tongue brought closer to the edge again, my body becoming a livewire sparking in the dark and this ti, he let have my second release.
My brain went blank as I tilted my head back, my body convulsing a bit on the table...
By the ti I ca down from my release, he stood up and kissed hard on the lips. My moans filled the air as I tilted my head to the side, to give him more access to my neck.
Neil undid his zip with a finger still inside ... and just as I was reaching for him, to stroke him and then get ready to drop to my knees and return the favor.
Click.
We both froze for a mont as faint footsteps were heard just outside.
We waited seconds, thirty seconds... A minute... and then we heard the soft swish of the lab door closing, and a figure disappearing down the hallway—long hair swaying with a black headset on her head.
Only one person had business at this ti with the lab and it was... Valerie.
I recognised her backpack which she slung over one shoulder and the door creaked behind her.
Both of us exhaled.
Perhaps she had only co to pick her bag and or check on sothing and if we were lucky enough, she did not see us.
"Close call," Neil muttered, pressing his forehead to my chest.
My breath caught again as he slipped one finger inside , then another.
"I swear you love getting caught," he whispered darkly. "You know how I know?"
I trembled, still panting from how fast my heart was beating fast when we heard the noise.
"Because when you heard that sound... your walls clamped down on my fingers."
I whimpered.
"And now?" he added, curling his fingers inside . "You’re still so fucking wet."
I could barely respond. Just moaned softly as my hand reached for him, stroking him through his boxers until I freed him, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.
Neil groaned, hips jerking as all thoughts of teasing vanished from his mind.
He was already hard—achingly so—and glistening at the tip with precum. My palm slid over him, slow at first, savoring the weight, the heat. He throbbed under my touch, breath catching each ti I squeezed a little tighter.
But I wanted and needed more.
I dropped to my knees, still breathless from the high he’d just given , and leaned forward, lips parting as I took him into my mouth.
Neil’s hand flew to the back of my head, holding as his fingers threaded through my hair like he couldn’t quite believe it.
I licked the tip first—slow, teasing, circling my tongue around it—before taking him deeper.
He let out a guttural sound, deep and broken.
I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t take.
Each ti I pulled back and took him again, he twitched in my mouth, hips barely restrained from thrusting deeper.
His thighs were tense beneath my fingers, every muscle tight with need. His breath grew ragged, a string of curses whispered under his breath as I sucked harder, faster, my tongue pressing just right.
I glanced up and t his eyes and that was all it took.
With a sharp gasp and a quiet grunt, his hips jerked. He ca hard, his grip tightening in my hair as he spilled into my mouth.
I swallowed quickly, loving the sharp taste of his cum and didn’t stop moving until I felt him twitch, overstimulated.
Only then did I pull back, licking him one last ti before wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
Neil was panting, chest rising and falling, eyes glazed as he looked down at like I’d just stolen the rest of his soul.
"You’re going to kill ," he whispered hoarsely.
I smirked up at him, smugly as I stood back up. "Only if you’re lucky."
But Neil, feeling slightly defeated didn’t stop. He slid two fingers inside again, this ti slower and deliberately, all the while holding my gaze.
He leaned up, mouth wrapping around my nipple once more.
It was all too much—his mouth, his hands, his voice in my ear whispering sweet nothings to ... I shattered.
Head thrown back, soft cries muffled against his hair, legs shaking.
For a couple of minutes, we stayed wrapped together, panting, shaking, kissed breathless and utterly undone.
Then, after what seed like ages, reluctantly, we dressed up and I picked my phone, ready to leave when his words stopped .
"I can’t wait until you are completely mine, mate."
A small smile crept up my lips as I nodded. "Unfortunately, not now."
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