Love Coming from the Least Expected

I was so out of it that I didn’t even know where I was at that point. The only thing that mattered was that the hand around my neck felt cool and refreshing. I felt a sudden urge to press myself against him to cool myself down. That was a unique quality that men had that aroused my passions.

As he lowered me onto the bed, I felt that something was off but could do nothing about it as I felt so weak that I was unable to move an inch. A pair of large hands began massaging my cheeks and body. It felt divine as I moan in satisfaction and begged for more. I edged myself closer to the man with the icy cool body before me, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against it.

“I’m feeling so hot…” I murmured.

you had it in you, Yvonne. You usually look so innocent. And it’s really sexy how you wriggle around

place where I’ve heard it before, but it wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to bring my body temperature down. Instinctively, I burrowed myself in

hand stroked my body and it tingled pleasantly. His touch felt magical as they

removed. The next moment, I was shoved onto the bed. The sheets felt blissfully cool against the blistering heat of my bare skin. Could it be Christopher? I opened my eyes as wide as

a state as intoxicated as this. The sharp odor of alcohol pierced my nostrils, along with the dense

Christopher as his typical scent of tobacco and mint were absent. The shock of that realization was enough for me

are you?” I demanded. “Let

man growled as he leaned his full weight on me against

no energy left to struggle. With a shudder of realization, it occurred to me that I had been drugged, which explained my predicament. The alcohol at the party was not the problem, because many other guests have

it must have only been the glass that I had. Did Lyle have to resort to this? I thought in despair. He had always accused me of cheating on him. This time, he had decided to punish me by delivering me to

down hard on my tongue, and the pain clear my senses to my surroundings. I took a close look at the man on top of me but did not recognize him. I pushed hard against him as I fumbled for the heavy ashtray on the

from the side of his head but I did not stop. He probably did not expect me to have been able to regain my wits to defend myself in my drugged state. I attacked him relentlessly until he