Drunken Vomit

The contact of their skin unleashed Ethan Montgomery's barely contained desire in full force, as he gently touched her fair cheek flushed with a delicate pink hue. 

Fresh from the bath, Avery Miller carried the enticing fragrance of her body wash, casting a spell over him that made his suppressed longing surge uncontrollably.

"It's your fault, woman!" he accused.

In her haze, Avery Miller let out a coquettish moan, sounding almost like an invitation to the actions Ethan was about to take. 

His face broke into a triumphant smirk, his deep eyes gleaming predatorily as if he was about to devour her whole, ready to leap at any moment and tear her apart.

Avery continued to giggle foolishly, unaware, as Ethan scooped her up and threw her onto the bed, his large frame pinning her down completely.