It's the fear that turns her on.

Having her bare back pressed up against the cold, stone wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands running through his red hair.

Anyone could just walk around the corner and witness their two sweaty bodies molded together in their moment of passion. To immersed in their own muffled moans to hear any approaching footsteps.

Her lips trail down his neck, savoring the saltiness of his skin, and she bites down gently as he thrusts into her.

He moans her name as they come, leaving the distinct smell of sex lingering in the empty hallway.