Thorne pulls Noelle to his feet in one smooth motion, his lips claiming Noelle's in a kiss that's fierce and demanding, yet reverent. His large hands roam possessively, tracing the curve of Noelle's back before descending to his pert, firm buttocks. A sharp smack echoes through the room as Thorne's palm connects with soft flesh, eliciting a breathy gasp from Noelle that quickly turns into a pleased hum.
Noelle clings to his husband, fingers threading through damp blonde hair, pulling him closer as if proximity alone could dissolve the unbearable heat building between them. But it's not close enough—not for Noelle. He wants more. He wants to crawl under Thorne's skin, to be consumed by him entirely. The insistent press of Thorne's rigid length against his stomach only adds to his need, the heat of it branding him even through their fevered embrace.
