Despite your dislike for alcohol, the wine's lingering taste on his tongue has you needing more.

Soft whimpers are drowned by the chatter of drunkards on the lower floor.

"Venti," you whisper breathlessly when his kisses start trailing down your neck. You feel his hand slip under your shirt, fingers teasing past the waistband of your lower garment.

The man's teeth sink into your skin in a rather playful manner. There's a subtle glow to his eyes. At your call, he hums, "Hm?"