Her thighs clamp around my head, heels digging into my back, I couldn’t give a f**k. I hold her open, shoulders bearing the weight as I devour. No teasing, no holding back—just relentless pressure, tongue circling, flicking, thrusting until she’s writhing, moans echoing off the lab walls.
The holos go haywire, resonance spikes exploding in bursts of colour, as if the Array itself is climaxing with us. Her hands grip my hair, pulling hard, and I slide two fingers into her, curling them against that spot that makes her whole body seize.
"Cassian—oh f**k, right there," she gasp, hips grinding against my face, chasing the build. I don't let up, fingers pumping in rhythm with my tongue, merciless, drawing out her pleasure until she’s on the edge, grief forgotten in the haze of need.
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