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❝𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚆𝚊𝚢❞
«𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝘄𝗼»
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Heavy panting and occasional moans were the only sounds that echoed off of the four metal walls of the casino elevator, bouncing back to fill the lusted couple's ears and only fuel their hunger for sex.
It was reminiscent of how they found themselves in that supply closet only a few weeks prior.
The long wait for the sluggish elevator to go up three floors had tortured their patience to the point where it had broken, snapped and recoiled, and they'd both come to the undiscussed decision that they simply couldn't wait any longer.
Not with the way their hot bodies felt under each other's delicate but adventurous fingertips, desperate to touch every inch of the other; their figures writhing in sync with the way their mouths hummed pleased groans on their partner's bare skin, kissing anything they could get their lips on.
The elevator had only gone up one floor by the time Mila had twisted around and pressed the emergency stop button, finally keeping them from being interrupted.
Even the world coming to an end wouldn't stop them from getting what they craved so deeply for this time.
It was as she turned back around to face Angel that he clutched onto her waist and pushed her body back up against one of the walls with the force of his own, his lips on her neck, no doubt marking it with the way he sucked on her skin.
However, their hands were busy tugging off each other's clothes, not composed enough to wait around with foreplay.
No.
Angel was going to fuck Mila right then and there.
She had to admit, they weren't beyond fucking in an elevator. Her earlier confession during their game with the guys only proving it didn't matter when or where, the only thing they cared for in that moment was one another.
The moment the majority of their clothes had been discarded on the floor beneath them, Mila's jeans amongst them, he didn't waste any time in spinning her around. Her chest was pressed against the elevator wall, her back to him.
His lips quickly finding a patch of skin to kiss along the top of her shoulder blade; slowly, teasing.
And, with nothing keeping them apart anymore, there was only one more thing he needed from her.
He pulled his mouth away from her skin, her head turned back to face him as far as she could upon noticing the lost contact, he asked softly, "Are you sure you want this?"
