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Naked truth.

Alex.

One turn of someone's head and eyes a little too curious, and we're screwed.

But god, it feels good.

It feels too good to be challenging time now, challenging the seconds that determine everything, challenging everything at this point. Almost as good as challenging death, playing wicked games with it.

Her lips on mine feel like the softest, most velvet and delicate flavour to ever exist. Better than any drug will ever feel, better than anything will ever compare to. And my fingers playing deep inside her, ears drowning in the sweet moans she's letting out, are what fuels the adrenaline.

Every moment spent with her I forgot about everything. About every little trouble walking back into my life like I left the goddamn doors open. With her nothing matters, nothing but savouring the time spent together.

I swallow her moan with my kiss, smirking against those plump lips.

We're almost at the top of the Ferris wheel, with a sight I believe is magnificent. But not as magnificent as the one I have right in front of me. Nothing could ever compare to the sight I'm blessed with.

I kneel in front of her, switching my fingers for my lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair immediately and a rather loud moan reaches my ears. And because I lack self-control whenever I'm around her, especially inside her, I decide to add just one finger to my tongue. Paying extra attention to her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Though there's nothing I'd love more than to hear your loud screams and sweet moans," I smirk up at her, "You have to keep it quiet, angel."

Later, I tell myself. Later I'll take her again. On my bed, in the shower, on the damn rented bike, against the wall or on the kitchen counter. Anywhere, it doesn't matter. Later, I'll devour her again and drown myself in the sound of my name being screamed through her lips.

She tastes so sweet that I almost give up on trying to provide us some privacy. It takes every last ounce of self-control I have left in me to not push her over the edge with utter pleasure. Only a single second before I bury my face so deep in her that the whole funfair will hear nothing but her voice, her screams and moans.

I could do this all day long, morning to night. Do nothing but to tease her and give us both the freeing pleasure humans desperately need.

In order to contain both our dignities, I discard from her sacred place, and sit down. Her panting, chest rising up and down rapidly, eyes tightly closed, and lips curling in a frown and pout. In a swift motion, I position her in my lap.

Another swift motion, a quick raise of her lower body, and I'm inside of her.

I restrain myself from throwing my head back and instead bury it in her neck, as her hips start to move in that delicate rhythm. Sending me somewhere far off, to a different universe full of bliss and euphoria.

I bite down her neck to keep myself from moaning. She doesn't. So low and so primal, it makes my ego fight the urge to flip us over. Somehow. Take full control of her fragile frame. Instead I grab her hips firmly, helping her, adding force to her moves.

"Tell me, angel," I whisper in her ear, forcing myself to say those words aloud instead of moaning like a damn maniac. "Do your slutty romances level up to this?"

No answer, only a moan.

"Angel."

"Fuck," she grabs my shoulders, slowing down. "Some do."

I smirk at her, licking up her neck and biting down her lower lip. Asking for entrance, and being granted it almost instantly.

"Guess you'll have to read me every scene then." I swallow her moan with another kiss. "And we'll have to recreate them."