JARIS
She gasped, a light exhale escaping her.
The strong smell and taste of alcohol coated my tongue—Château Margaux, specifically. But other than that, she tasted mighty fine.
'It's just a taste.'
My hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her up to meet my kiss.
For someone who was drunk, she took it quite well. And f**k, it was beyond good.
It felt like a brainquake, shaking up my thoughts in the most exhilarating way
'It's just a taste.'
My hand flexed around her throat. If she wasn't so drunk, I'd have choked her. But that wouldn't be too good now, would it?
I moved the hand downward until I reached the hem of her dress.
'It's just a taste.'
Yet, I couldn't stop my fingers when they moved beneath her dress, caressing bare skin.
I pulled away from her lips to mutter a
