“Holding himself deep inside her, he groaned, while a shiver ran across his shoulders. “You’re so tight,” he said hoarsely. “I-I’m sorry—” “No, no,” he managed. “Don’t be sorry. My God.” His voice was slurred, as if he was drunk… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Beeeeeeeeeer" slurred the drunk from the floor; stirring to life at the sound of alcohol.” — Rob J. Hayes Copy Share Image
