He should step away and go back to his room and bolt the shit out of the door. But he didn't want to. He was caught up in the beautiful girl in front of him and he wanted her. So much. And he'd already fucked his relationship pretty well at this point. So why not? It didn't seem so bad, with the alcohol making his veins hot, with the way Fleur trembled underneath his touch. It just wasn't important. He wasn't thinking about it.
Especially not after she made that sound. It was so beautiful, and he wanted to make her do it again. And then hearing his name, breathy and needy? Game over. His hands came up to wrap around her breasts, rough thumbs trailing along her nipples. God, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He dipped his head when she arched her neck, running his lips along her shoulder, then trailing up along her neck.
"You can say no," he murmured against her ear, but his body showed no intention of pulling away. Part of him hoped she would, part of him never wanted to hear the word fall from those beautiful lips.