"Shut up," she growled, her voice rough with defiance, yanking him back to her mouth with a fist in his hair, kissing him hard enough to bruise.
Her lips were relentless, pressing into his with a force that made his head spin, he let her take the lead for a heartbeat, then pushed back, shoving her dress up her thighs with impatient hands, fingers finding the edge of her undergarments.
He slipped beneath the fabric, brushing her core, warm, wet, slick with want despite the venom she'd spat earlier, she tensed, a sharp "nnh" breaking from her throat before her body melted into it, her legs parting wider to give him room.
Her heat coated his fingertips as he teased her, tracing her folds slow and deliberate, feeling her quiver under the touch.
"All this for a fluke?" he said, smirking against her lips, the words half-muffled by their kiss.
She groaned, "ugh, fuck," a raw, frustrated sound, her hand clamping his wrist, urging him deeper with a desperate edge.
