Chapter 7. Wild Elevator Ride

Drunk. Wasted. Horny.

The booze amplified what the two lustful souls were currently feeling right now. From the moment they stepped inside the elevator, wet and tipsy from the jacuzzi, the brokenhearted could no longer help himself.

The hot sensation aired as the elevator door closed, making their already wet silk robe rub against their skin tighter.

As they locked eyes with one another, it sent a signal to their libido to skyrocket.

At this point, he slightly pinned her to the elevator wall and locked her body in his arms, blocking her movement with his massive torso. He sniffed her hair and neck and pecked it lightly, then using his irresistible deep voice,

“Before I put a ring on that finger, I want to remind myself how your lips taste,” he exclaimed.

His voice automatically sent chills to her spine. Baffled by what she heard, she tried to push him away with her might. It was not because she had no experience yet or whatever, but because she fe