Bruce released her nipple with a wet pop and let his head fall back, eyes squeezed shut as she stroked him once, twice, slow and deliberate, learning the thick, velvet heat of him, the way he pulsed in her grip.

"Sophie," he rasped, the word torn out of him like it hurt.

She answered by tightening her fingers and sliding them up to the tip, spreading the bead of moisture there in a slow circle. His hips jerked, his hands clamped down on her thighs hard enough to leave marks she already wanted to keep.

He surged up suddenly, mouth crashing into hers, kissing her deep and filthy, desperate, while his hands slid to her hips. He hooked his fingers in the thin lace of her panties and tugged. The fabric gave with a soft rip that made her gasp into his mouth.

Cool air kissed her skin for only a moment. Then his palm was there, sliding between her thighs, parting her, finding her soaked and swollen and aching.

He groaned against her lips. "Damn, Sophie…"

She whimpered when one thick finger slipped inside her, then two, curling just right, stroking slow and deep. Her hips rolled helplessly into his hand, chasing the pressure, the stretch, the way he knew exactly how to unravel her.

Bruce pulled back just far enough to watch her face while he She trembled on the edge as he withdrew his hand then he flipped her in one smooth motion, settling her back against the sheets, kneeling between her thighs. His shirt hung open, framing the hard planes of his chest, his trousers and boxers were shoved down just far enough. He looked wrecked already, and they hadn't even truly started.

Sophie reached for him, legs wrapping around his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging.

He braced above her, breath ragged, forehead pressed to hers.

"I need," she whispered, voice cracking.

"I know, sweetheart," he breathed. "I've got you."l

Bruce hovered over her, the weight of his body held carefully on his forearms. The blunt, flushed head of his cock slid through her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness before settling against her swollen clit. He dragged himself up and down once, twice, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of how hard he was for her.

"Aarh," Sophie's moan broke the quiet, raw and needy. Her gaze dropped between them and her breath caught. Eight thick inches, flushed dark with arousal, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. So much bigger than she'd imagined. A flicker of doubt whispered, would he even fit?, but it vanished beneath a surge of pure, dizzying happiness. After everything they'd been through, after years of longing, they were finally here. Bane had given his blessing. Bruce was hers. Nothing else mattered.

He teased her again, letting the heavy crown slap lightly against her clit. The sharp spark of pleasure made her hips jerk, thighs tightening around him.

"Mmmnh," Another helpless sound escaped as he did it once more, painting her slickness along his length until she was trembling beneath him.

Sophie looked up. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, every desperate want laid bare. Take me. Fill me. Love me.

Bruce's smile was soft, almost reverent. He leaned down and kissed her, slow, deep, filthy, the kind of kiss that stole the air from the room. While her tongue tangled with his, he shifted his hips.

The broad head nudged her entrance, pressing, stretching. He eased forward with agonizing patience, one inch, then another, watching her face for every flicker of discomfort. Sophie's breath hitched, her brow furrowed at the burn. Instantly he deepened the kiss, swallowing the small, pained whimper, giving her his mouth, his breath, anything to ease the sting.

Halfway in, he stilled. Sophie's virgin walls clenched around him, impossibly tight, wet, and hot. Bruce groaned into her mouth, the sound ragged. Jesus Christ, she felt unreal, like velvet fire wrapped around his cock. He had to clench his jaw to keep from slamming home in one thrust.

"My goddess," he rasped against her lips, voice thick with awe, "you're so fucking sweet…"

He kissed her again, harder this time, hungry and possessive. Sophie tried to match him, but the stretch still burned and her kisses came softer, shyer. Bruce felt the moment her body gave, the faint resistance deep inside her yielding as he slid the rest of the way home, burying himself to the hilt.

Sophie's sharp inhale melted into a low, trembling moan. The pain dissolved faster than she expected, replaced by a deep, throbbing fullness that made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed.

She dragged her nails up the broad muscles of his back, pulling him closer, and kissed him with sudden, greedy fervor, open-mouthed and desperate, tongue sliding against his like she couldn't get close enough.

Bruce exhaled shakily, forehead pressed to hers. He stayed perfectly still for a long moment, letting her adjust, letting the last of the ache fade. When her hips gave a small, instinctive roll beneath him, quietly begging, he smiled against her mouth and finally began to move.

Bruce moved slow at first, long, deliberate strokes that dragged every thick inch of him out until only the head remained inside her, then slid back into the hilt with a smooth, claiming roll of his hips. The rhythm was perfect: slow, deliberate, yet utterly relentless, like a tide that refuses to retreat.

Pah-!

Pah-!!

Pah-!!!

Then suddenly faster, wetter, louder...

PA-PA-PA-PA-PA!!!

Skin slapped against slick skin, the sharp, sharp claps of their bodies colliding echoing off the walls, each impact punctuated by breathless gasps and the low, filthy rhythm of flesh claiming flesh.

Sophie's breath had fractured from the very first thrust.

"Ah... Bruce..." It came out a broken gasp, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he kissed her again, deep and filthy, tongue stroking hers in time with the way his cock stroked inside her.

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