There was some part of Psyche that wanted very much to resist and be angry but then there was the bigger part of her that longed for her husband to touch her like this once more. It had been one thing to lazily kiss one another silly in a public park, another to exchange heavy panting over a phone as they worked their own hands over themselves, and it was completely different to have Eros pinning him against a door and urging a leg between his thighs.
The coat slid from his arm and was forgotten, as was the idea of leaving (as if she really would have!) as soon as the taste of Eros was back on his tongue. Tobias returned his hand to that shirt and now was hastily finishing what he had started with the buttons, breaking the kiss only to duck his head down against the curve of Eros' neck so he could bite and lick love marks across his skin.