Mark got a good view of Claire's bare back, and it was truly the time when he began to analyze her form for all of its glory. She did have some rather wonderful assets and it was clear to him that God had done her justice and milk did her body a lot of good. There was not much space so as she was in his closet Mark was not far behind at all.<br/><br/>The cane went flying, and he nearly did so as well as she turned around and bumped into him, but this time she grabbed him to stabilize him. Whether intentional or not he didn't know, she was getting careless and she was definitely still drunk. The words were nearly forgotten as their lips crashed together in a fiery passion. He reciprocated the lust filled desire as his hands quickly found their way to her bare back and he pressed in hard while his lips pursed against her in a fight for air.<br/><br/>Despite her being cold and wet he could somehow feel the heat radiating off of her, possibly from the sheer amount of hate filled lust that was between them. When the kiss finally broke Mark took in a few good sucks of air, he needed it. "I fucking hate you too, but damn woman you are fine," he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest while his hands ventured south and his lips came crashing forward for more action, his teeth pulled at her bottom lip, perhaps harder than necessary, but not hard enough to cause Claire to bleed.