The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 471

You're playing with fire, woman! Jean thought.

He was trying his best to keep his hands to himself, but when Neera's finger landed on his lips, he could not help but turn his gaze toward Neera's lips.

Jean took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

However, he could not stop his throat from becoming dry and tight. His blood also felt like it was boiling.

Even though all the alcohol he drank added up to less than a glass, he felt like he was already drunk, and he was losing control of his inhibitions…

Neera was oblivious to the struggle Kean was going through. She continued to tease him. "I wonder if Jean's lips are so soft too?"

Jean's pupils dilated. He could feel the beast within him awaken.

She might look feminine and meek, but she's so daring when she's drunk! Doesn't she know the consequences of touching me?

Nevertheless, he tried his best to remain patient. "It's already very late. Stop fooling around and get some sleep."

He tried to tuck her in, but Neera did not lie down. Instead, she stared at him straight in the eye. Her passionate gaze aroused him further.

He asked hoarsely, "What…"

Before he could finish his question, Neera abruptly leaned forward and licked his thin lips.

Jean stiffened. His dilated pupils were like black holes that threatened to swallow everything in front of him.

The woman in front of him wobbled unsteadily, oblivious to the heresy she had just committed.

She smacked her lips and mumbled, "They're so soft… like jello. It's not as sweet though."

"…"

Even though he knew that Neera didn't mean it, he was a straight man with urges, and he was not going to be able to hold back for much longer.

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Neera by the collar. "Neera Garcia! Is this what you do to other people when you're drunk?"

Neera was not in the state of mind to process what he said. She tilted his head and wheezed a weak "Huh?"

She looked so adorable. Jean couldn't bear to be harsh on her, but when he thought that it might be the case whenever she was drunk, he became very annoyed.

I need to teach her a lesson so she won't do it again!

He narrowed his gaze and hugged her tightly. "Do you want to taste it again?" he asked hoarsely.

"Taste what?" Neera was confused.

Jean lowered his head and leaned closer to her cherry lips. He gulped twice before squeezing out some words. "Taste… jello."

"I want…" Neera's eyes lit up.

Before she could finish, Jean's lips stopped her from talking.

The moment their lips touched, Jean felt something inside him snap. And he lost all control of himself.

Every action exuded masculinity and domination.

He ravaged her lips before moving on to the rest of her body…

Neera was the passive party. She felt her strength being sapped away, and she could only blindly grab the shirt in front of her so that she didn't fall over.

Jean hugged her tighter. Their lips were inseparable.

It was only when Neera was almost out of breath that she began to struggle instinctively.

Jean suddenly came to his senses. He immediately shoved Neera away.

Neera slumped onto his body as though she had no bones in her body. Her mouth was slightly open as she gasped for air.

Jean's breathing was shallow and fast. His chest heaved violently, indicating his desire to swallow the woman whole.

Eventually, sensibility prevailed. He soon returned to normal and began to regret what he did.

What happened to me? How did I lose control?

He quickly turned his head to look at her, afraid that she might be awake.

Instead, he found that the woman in his arms was already fast asleep…