The strong liquor burned as it went down, the alcohol clouding their senses, as the two swayed into the dancing crowd, letting their souls loose.
His chest pressed against her back, her hips swayed between his legs.
Their bodies climbed over each other, burning with passion like lovers.
Drunk, they were both drunk, completely unaware of what they were doing at this moment.
She spread her arms to embrace him, stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Xavier Warren's body stiffened slightly, then he lifted her up, letting her cling to him like an octopus, holding on tight.
No one noticed their departure.
In the hedonistic urban nightlife, like many other men and women, they indulgently enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, reveling in the bliss of decadence.
In the dim, spiraling corridor, their bodies entwined like snakes, kissing passionately all the way into the room.
She sat on him, her little hands seemingly magic, driving him nearly insane.
