(Author's POV)
"Say that again, and you won't be saying the daylight" Alaric seethed with anger.
"What are you doing, let me go?" Myra was struggling to snatch her wrist out of Alaric's hands. She kept on protesting and scuffling, trying to free herself. Alaric tightened his grip in return and pressed his body against hers.
Myra was stuck between Alaric and the fridge door.
Myra was drenched with water; the front of her night wear was wet and was sticking to her skin voluptuously. She wasn't wearing any bra because, who does while sleeping. Myra only wore a thin peach top which exposed her nipples translucently.
As their upper bodies were connected and rubbed against each other's, Myra's tits became perky and hard and were brushing onto Alaric's pectoral muscles.
