Again

I took a bottle of claret from the cooler and opened the cap, and without a moment's hesitation I poured all the powder into the claret. The white powder floated first on the surface of the red liquid, like a handful of fine snow, and then sank slowly. The powder is mixed with the liquor. The color of the wine, which had been clear, became dull, and there was a rustling. Foam, like some ominous omen. I stared at the mouth of the bottle, my heart beating fast. "What are you doing?" The voice of Alpha Devon came from behind him. I stiffened, and the red wine-bottle in my hand almost gave way. I drew a long breath and turned slowly around. He stood naked on the living-room carpet, the dim yellow light reflecting his perfect lines of muscle. Dammit, he's hot. "I thought you would be waiting for me in the bathroom." I smiled at him. "I can't wait." He walked slowly toward me as he spoke, his green eyes full of desire. "If you finish this bottle, I'll let you fuck me here." When I had finish