Chapter 62

Pulling her from the wall, he walked into Abby’s bathroom in the darkness and kicked the door shut behind them. Within moments he had her on the floor, pulling off clothes, lost in fevered kisses, hands rambling over one another. It was not like anything they had done to each other before. There was an urgency and desperate need fuelled by a burning desire and some crazed frenzy in what they were doing as though they could not deny it for another second.

It was hot, fast and crazy. Fuelled by the clouded logic of alcohol. Lost in drunken abandon, feverishly turned on by each other and hell-bent on having their way, satisfying the all-encompassing hunger inside them and throwing caution to the wind.

She had never been taken by him this way, and she writhed around in ecstasy, forcing the inner voices and warnings out of her skull. Pushing down the doubts and submerging in the feeling of him all around her, within her. Begging him to push harder, faster, and he obliged.