HIS KISS WAS HOT. His ripped body pressed firmly into hers making her forget the passion she would deny. A deep-seated hunger for his golden, sliding limbs numbed her body to push him away. Cora found herself opening her mouth more to deepen kiss. She let him suck her tongue and lifted softly on the wall.
Rafel broke the kiss when both of them were panting. He kissed the corner of her lips, and Cora suddenly found strength.
"Israfel, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
She pushed him away and her left hand flew up. The slap never comnected. Rafel caught her wrist and inch from his face. He stared down hard at her. He wanted to kiss her again. This made him think might just be sick in the head. Cora withdrew her hand sharply and moved away from the wall. Her heart was pounding fast.
She couldn't meet her own eyes in the mirror as she bent over a porcelain sink and splashed water on her face.