But despite that realization, Corona couldn’t stop herself from touching and kissing Lyfe as they stumbled into the elevator of the Four Seasons. On one hand, she was being completely driven by an unquenchable lust and, on the other, she felt more love radiating from this man than she had known in her entire lifetime. His spirit and essence infused her own and had her feeling like she was floating on clouds of ecstasy. Stop. It’s not too late to stop. But it was too late. She wouldn’t have been able to pull herself away from this man even if her soul was on the line. She heard a bell and they tumbled out onto his floor, still caressing and clawing at each other’s clothes. There could’ve been other people in the hallway, but neither of them cared. Their concentration was only on each other, except for the two seconds it took for Lyfe to inject his card key into the lock. They spilled into the room, where the only light came from the winter’s moon cascading through the sheer curtains.
