21-Drunken Happiness

Anthony’s POV

I could still remember the only part of the night at the ball that made me smile, itetched into the recesses of my mind like an indelible imprint. Our dance, the image of her body swaying gently between us, caught in the embrace of our shared rhythm, the way she held us and looked at us, moving her body in alignment with ours , the intensity in her eyes, a smoldering reflection of the hunger and yearning that coursed between us. The electric charge of her presence fueled a tempest within, a potent mixture of longing and primal attraction that surged through every fiber of my being.

I could still remember the potent allure, the desire, the intoxicating pull that had driven me to the edge of restraint to totally insanity. In that charged moment, control had slipped from my grasp, overtaken by an insatiable desire to claim every inch of her skin, to draw her closer, to consume the essence of her being. I yearned for more, my fervor unchecked as I unraveled her with a hunger