And then, without waiting for a reply, Sorayah leaned forward again and captured his lips with hers....her kiss more urgent, more desperate than before, her soft lips moving hungrily against his.
"Wait....wait, Sorayah!" Dimitri exclaimed, breaking the kiss as he pulled back slightly, panting heavily. His chest rose and fell with every breath. His hands trembled as he cupped her cheeks. "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"Do I look drunk to you?" Sorayah raised a challenging brow, her voice sultry and low. Her fingertips caressed his face with the touch of a woman consumed by desire. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy but determined, and the warmth radiating from her skin only heightened the tension between them.
"Well…" Dimitri hesitated, clearly conflicted. "Maybe not drunk, but this....this is confusing. You said you didn't want me. That you hate me. And now you're asking me to have sex with you?"
