Wang Jian's grip tightened on Lucía's hips as he pinned her against the rough brick wall of the alley. The cold night air sent a shiver down her spine, but the warmth of his hands and the burning sensation of his desire against her skin soon overtook any discomfort she might have felt.
Lucía's mind was foggy, clouded by the wine she had drunk throughout the evening, but there was a flicker of awareness within her that told her this situation wasn't quite right. Her body trembled, not just from the alcohol, but from the mixture of fear and anticipation that surged through her veins. "Wang… maybe we should go back to the hotel…" she murmured, her voice weak and slurred.
