Rex stared down at her for a long second, the fucked-up suggestion still hanging in the air between them. Inside his head the decision formed with surprising ease.
'Fuck it. I'm in. We need a clear connection anyway.'
He released the wrist he had been pinning, cupped both sides of her face with his hands, and leaned in.
Instead of kissing her immediately he caught the thin metal frame of the round glasses between his teeth, tugged them free, and spat them aside.
The glasses hit the floor with a soft metallic clatter.
The next second his mouth crashed against hers.
The kiss was deep and aggressive from the first touch. Rex forced his tongue past her lips, claiming the space she immediately surrendered.
Elara moaned into his mouth, high and continuous, the sound vibrating against his tongue as she tried to kiss him back with equal hunger.
Her free hand came up to clutch at his shirt. Her hips rolled helplessly against nothing.
