Donavan feels the soft and weak touches of a slender smooth skin, moving upwards from his coat up to his muscular chest, his neck, and finally his cheek. The woman lay on her side as she pulled his face towards her. Their faces become close to each other and yet the darkness covers their faces and the alcohol on their system makes them feel dazed. He wonders who the woman beside him is. He starts to question himself whether he chose the right room or not, as he is surprised to know that there is a woman beside him who he does not know.
Their faces are inches apart and with close eyes, Nathalia whispers in a smoky voice, "Please help me," Her breath smells magnificent. It is as if it has this catching feeling which makes Donavan feel hot and lustful. Her touch stimulates his body. He wants
