Dangerously drunk and full of frustration and anger I batter at her door and await stony faced for the door to pull open. Hammers again louder.

“I know you’re in there.”

There’s an inner anger rising the longer I wait and as I lean against against the door for support I rest my head on arm as my booze soaked breath encircles me.

She opens the door slowly with feline grace yet with lethal stealth, presenting a poised smile as she looks down upon me,

“Do come in”

She tilts her head down to where she meets my gaze. Fire and ice bring forth a frustrated sigh as she steps back slowly from my dark penetrating eyes. She maintains her grace from my hostile features.

“Athos… How much have you drank?”

She takes a few further steps back, disappointed by my few words of attack and discreetly shakes her head.

The waft of her perfume ignites memories for me hitting me hard, rekindling feelings that should have drowned in my alcoholic exorcism of her. My glaring eyes meet hers and pent up feelings bubble within threatening to erupt at any moment.

Dousing her with the flames from my eyes her fingertips procure at the necklace that rests between that of which I once loved. She sighs. Bound by the ties of my dark passion she raises her chin slightly once more in question.

“Athos, I asked you how much you drank? Now please answer me…”

She stares back into the my eyes  unwilling to stand down from me or my dictating tone.

With your STILL defiant and challenging words igniting the embers of my total self belief and self righteousness, suddenly from the primordial essence of male superiority etched in time immemorial I succumb to the urge to dominate and control you. Cupping your face with my hands splayed across your delicate cheeks, my mouth crushes down on your lips as I slam you hard against the wall. My mouth dominates yours as my masculinity pulsates through every vein in my body, totally overwhelming every ounce of your feminine defiance.

She is breathless against the wall with relentless need and the heavens above part to impale us both striking down at a thunderous speed. She arches into my threshold of desire, lips inflamed against mine, with her ultimate fire. Her fingers clutch hot and burning and the furnace of her heart is ignited with yearning. She advances into me wondrous , screaming her heat thrums then pools between her thighs wanton and pleasing. Tongues twist and entwine in this heat so divine.

In my drunken, ravenous state my mouth devours hers completely as our tongues wildly tango for control, while hands now reach to clasp hers, holding them imprisoned above her head in one steely vice like grip of mine. My eyes burn down fire as the intensity of my impassioned attack drives me on with unrestrained feral ferocity. My knees abruptly part her legs and I press my constrained tension into her. She is strung before me by the imprisonment of my ruthless constraints, an abstract of my pleasure as her hips urge me on enticing my lust. The swell of her passion hums in expectation, evoking my thrusts.

My anger is still white hot and rapacious and seeks that primeval release. So with brutish force I continue to thrust mercilessly within; permission assumed granted. My brandy soaked breath catches against her ear as I groan with each wild untamed push in this all consuming, relentless demonstration of my virility of potent power.

She is shocked at the impact of her own need to be dominated. Hips flare into me, only to be enslaved by the push and pull of the depth and warmth of her soul I crave. Sated and gasping she slides her legs down from my manly hips, trying desperately to catch her breath. She clutching down at her skirts

“Athos, not like this again..”

She struggles and pushes me away  from her as she fixes her hair.

“Move back from me. You’re too drunk”

She sluggishly adjusts her blouse and ties at the strings as I lean against the wall, breathless and shocked by my own behaviour and slowly I slump down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, so sorry!”

My remorseful eyes seek hers.