Alev kissed Freya, with out a thought, he wanted to connect with her again. He wanted to make her feel as beautiful as he saw her. He wasn't really thinking about where they were or what had just happened, he only wanted to feel her, make her happy. She opened her mouth and allowed him access to her inner recesses, their tongues dancing in the primal, delicate dance of lovers.
They broke for air, their breathing heavy with desire. Their chests rising and falling in sync, Freya's green eyes a deep forest green giving away her body's desire for Alev. He was staring at her, watching as a blush begins to creep up her neck to her cheeks, making her flush.
He leans in, his voice husky with unreleased desire, " Why are you blushing, Freya? You're a beautiful woman," he said as put
