Clarisse's upper body was almost naked. The moment Jonathan's hand touched her smooth skin, it felt like a fire had ignited within him. His fingers, unable to resist, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. His large hands eagerly and greedily squeezed her chest, pressing hard against the peaks under his palms. The sensation of the peaks standing erect in his palms ignited the source of his desire completely. Perhaps it was because the alcohol had made her body soft and unable to resist him that he could enjoy such a rich experience. As he kissed her tender red lips, he murmured her name in a hoarse voice, "Clarisse, Clarisse..."