David plunges down onto the couch, on top of her. His lips meet hers, harsh. His teeth find her lips, biting down as her fingers tangle in his shirt, pushing him hard, back away from her. They stare at one another for a long moment. He’s so angry at her.
And she’s angry at him.
She’s on top of him now, grabbing his shirt, straddling him, as their lips meet again, trying to devour one another. Her hands go for his jeans as he grabs at her breast. Gasping as he sinks his teeth into her neck. Soothes, momentarily with his tongue, and then bites again.
Then he’s pushing her up and off him, shoving them into the wall. She rakes her nails down his back.
His jeans come off, haphazard, bunching around his knees. His hand is around her wrist, squeezing, grinding bones against each other. She hisses, teeth clicking together just under his ear.
They dissolve, ending up on to the floor, where he pins her beneath him, claiming her, making her his.
But that was never the problem.