Elena began kissing Ron after stating, "Ron, I love you so much." Ron snatched her up and set a high pace for her. Elena began to moan pleasantly and urge for more as the rhythm grew. "Ah, my goodness! Yes, my sweetheart."
"Please keep going. You are the best."
"No!" Paul shouted. It was only his imagination.
Paul's world had crumbled around him, and in his inebriated state, he struggled to make sense of it all. His mind swirled with jealousy and anger as Elena's whispered confessions to Ron replayed in his head like a broken record.
"No, no, no," Paul slurred, his voice trembling with rage and despair. He clutched his head, as if trying to physically block out the tormenting thoughts. "You can't do this, Elena. You can't love or sleep with him."
