The alley's shadows concealed them, but nothing could hide the sounds of their passion from the world.
Felicity gasped as Ivan's rough tongue traced a burning path along the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Her back pressed against the brick wall, the rough surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Ivan's massive frame as he pinned her in place.
"You're driving me insane," he growled against her ear, his fingers already working at the hem of her dress, pushing it up to expose her thighs.
Felicity's head fell back against the wall, a moan escaping her lips as Ivan's fingers moved with deliberate roughness, setting a punishing pace that had her thighs trembling. The sounds of their encounter echoed off the alley walls, wet, obscene, and utterly shameless.
