He hits the wall with a crash, and for a moment, he thinks he hears it crack behind him. This is more like it, more like something he understands. Even as his back aches, a cruel smile forms on his face. Instinct tells him to fight back, but he doesn't. He doesn't even have time to regain his composure before she's on him again.

The whirlwind of it all is exciting, and if his blood hadn't been pumping before, it certainly would be now. When he returns the kiss, it's hungry, starving. More than sex, he wants to destroy her. It reminds him of being with One, his previous Dominant. She'd understood him better than most. Claudia may not understand him on the same level, but she certainly knows how to make things interesting.

He tries, then, to flip them, so it's her pressed up against the wall and him on the outside, not daring to break the kiss in the process.