The air in Nadia's office was thick, electric, saturated with the raw heat of their bodies, the faint hum of her computer completely drowned out by the ragged, primal breaths filling the small space. The room was a cocoon of chaos, the morning light filtering through a narrow window, casting faint shadows on the whiteboard covered in chemical formulas, the potted plant trembling slightly from the vibrations of their movement.
Devon's lips were locked on Nadia's, his kiss a fierce, desperate clash of tongues and teeth, a hungry devouring as he poured every ounce of his pent-up rage and frustration into her, his body pressed so tight against hers it was like he wanted to consume her whole.
