Devlin hadn't really noticed at first that he had her under him, until she started that damn wiggling and groaning. Fuck, and he'd had it, but he couldn't stop her from tearing out that page - the page he assumed she'd just used. His frustrations sort of combined to give him the impulse to react the way he did; immediately chucking the journal again to the side as he repositioned himself hastily, sliding his body down hers until they were lined up perfectly, the hand that had had the journal moving to pull at her shirt as though he were going to remove it while on top of it all he covered her mouth in a rough kiss, keeping an eye on the page she's just torn out. All these things at once were done to mostly distract her from his main objective: the page she'd just crumbled in her hand. His free hand moved towards where her arm was stretched out, reaching for it - Devlin had to concentrate on moving it rather a lot - and he hoped his improvised distraction would work.