She kissed him harder and deeper as well, even as she groaned a little from the pain of his fingers gripping, crushing her ass. Her knees slid to either side of his legs, opening her to him, and she flexed her hips, pressing against him.

He hardly needed to force himself on her at all, and she wondered how he felt about that. Maybe it was a disappointment. Or maybe under all the brokenness there was still the desire to be wanted, to be needed. To be loved.