I pull down on his neck so I can reach him, he’s always been much taller, but the heels are absurdly high so they’re helping a little. I run my fingers through his hair as I pull his head closer. ‘Clem, no.’ He whispers but doesn’t try very hard to break free. I lick over the bottom of his lip, as I hear his breath catch.
He tries to speak again, but he’s so breathless and I think surprisingly, speechless that no words come out. ‘It’s okay, he’s prepared for this. It’s inevitable Quinn. Not just because I’m your spare. I want you, I want this. No, I need you, Quinn.’
Snap.
The hypothetical sound of his restraint has just fully gone. He slams his lips against mine, nibbling my bottom lip, shoving his tongue in with force and need. There’s nothing gentle or loving about this, it’s pure
