Ms. Feli's defenses seemed to melt under Gon's fervent attack, her lower lips parting.
A drop of her love's nectar began to flow, rewarding Gon's tongue with a taste that was nothing short of divine.
It was a flavor that danced on his taste buds, sweet like ambrosia from the gods, with an underlying divinity that was uniquely hers.
The nectar seemed to invigorate Gon, coursing through him like a potent aphrodisiac that heightened his senses and fueled his desire.
Drawn in by this elixir, his tongue became bolder, seeking to explore the depths of her secret garden.
But suddenly, Ms. Feli abruptly lifted herself up, her breaths short and ragged. She locked eyes with Gon.
Slowly, she leaned in, her lips a mere breath away from his. "Not yet, Gon," she whispered huskily, her voice laced with barely contained desire. "Not now."
Without waiting for a response, she captured his lips with her own, initiating a deep, passionate kiss.
