Each glide stretched her open, filled her completely, the slick drag of him against her tender walls sending sparks shooting up her spine.
She was so tight, so impossibly wet, that every withdrawal felt like he was pulling her inside out; every return felt like being claimed all over again. Her body fluttered around him, velvet and fire, gripping him like it never wanted to let go.
"God, Sophie," he groaned against her lips, voice ragged. "You feel… perfect. So perfect around me."
She couldn't answer with words; only another helpless moan, high and trembling, as he thrust again, deeper this time, the head of his cock kissing a spot inside her that made her thighs shake. "Bruce… oh god… right there…"
He smiled against her mouth and did it again, and again, settling into a steady, driving rhythm that had her head falling back against the pillows, lips parted on endless soft cries.
"You're mine," he whispered, reverent, almost undone. " mine."
