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When Sienna and Joel arrive home, the tension in the air is as palpable as the scent of rain before a storm. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he slams the door shut behind them, his hands already moving to peel Sienna's dress from her body with an urgency that's been building since they stepped into the bar.

Their kisses are frantic as they stumble down the hallway, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in their wake. Joel's hands are everywhere, exploring the curves that have become both familiar and intoxicatingly new in the months since Seraphina's birth. Sienna's skin is soft and warm, and she arches into his touch with a need that matches his own. They make it to the bedroom, but barely, their passion too intense to wait for the comfort of the bed.

Against the wall, Joel's mouth trails down Sienna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he sucks and nibbles. Her breath hitches, her nails digging into his shoulders as she presses herself against him. His hands are on her hips, guiding her in a slow, delicious grind against his hardness. He can feel the wetness of her arousal through the fabric of his jeans, and the knowledge that she wants him just as badly makes him growl with need.

"Bed. Now," he growls, his voice low and demanding. Sienna's only response is a whine of agreement as she lets him lead her, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing.

Joel's hands are everywhere—her waist, her hips, her ass—his desperation to claim her, to show her who she belongs to, a living force driving him forward. They fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the mattress groaning beneath their weight. Sienna's laughter turns into a gasp as Joel's mouth finds her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it in a way that sends sparks of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands are in his hair, pulling him closer as she arches her back, offering herself to him. His teeth bite down lightly, eliciting a whimper from her that's equal parts pain and pleasure. He groans against her skin, his mouth moving to her other breast as his hand finds the heat between her legs. She's so wet, so ready for him, and he can't help but marvel at the effect she has on him. He's never felt this out of control, this desperate, this *alive*.

Their kisses are sloppy, messy, and oh so perfect. They speak of a love that's been tested by fire and emerged stronger than ever. Joel's hand moves from her ass to her pussy, his fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her clit before dipping inside. She's tight, but she opens for him, her body begging for more. He adds a second finger, his thumb working her clit in a rhythm that has her legs trembling.

Sienna's eyes are half-lidded, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she rides his hand. She can feel her orgasm building, a pressure that's both terrifying and exhilarating. Joel's mouth moves from her breasts to her neck, kissing and biting his way up to her ear. He whispers sweet nothings that sound like love and lust wrapped in a sinful promise. His other hand is in her hair, gripping it tightly as he fucks her with his fingers, his own need mirroring hers. Her walls clench around him, her body begging for release, and she knows she's close. So close.

Joel's thumb circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she's there, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cries out his name. She can feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he whispers sweet nothings that make her toes curl. "I can't get enough of you, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he kisses her again, his teeth grazing her lower lip. His hands are everywhere—exploring, claiming, worshipping.

Sienna's own hands are just as insistent, pulling at his clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin. The kiss is deep, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of love and passion. Joel's hand moves down to cup her ass, lifting her up against him, grinding their hips together in a slow, delicious rhythm that makes them both groan. "Joel," she breathes, her voice a desperate plea as she reaches down to unbuckle his belt. She's never wanted him more, never needed him more than she does right now. The feel of his cock, hot and hard against her, sends a bolt of desire straight to her core.