"But I’m far too attached to you–" His fingers dig into her hip bones, pulling her down to him. "To let you go without a fight. Sit on my face." Her knees buckle at the command, her body immediately lowering. He rewards her obedience by immediately pulling her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue gently around it as she moans into the couch. Everything about his mouth was amazing. The filthy words that came out of it, interlaced into a serious conversation no less, to the incredible skill of his tongue were enough to make her forget what she had been asking him for to begin with. The admissions of devotion added complicated mental layers to what felt like a cosmic draw to him, despite his blatant refusal not to sabotage the relationship. 