Meanwhile, Bruce glanced down for only a moment, but it was enough to steal his breath.
The woman in his arms looked like an evening goddess.
Her jet black hair whipped behind her violently from the speed, glowing faintly under the moonlight, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. Her eyes shimmered whenever she glanced up at him. And her lips, soft, full, slightly parted from the wind, were still tinted from the kiss they shared minutes ago.
And yet… his desire to kiss her again surged even stronger than before.
Bruce's grip tightened around her waist, not possessive, but protective, intimate.
Sophie looked up at him at that exact moment…
And their eyes met.
For a heartbeat, the world stilled despite the insane speed. The wind muted. The forest blurred into the background. The entire kingdom faded.
Only Bruce and Sophie existed.
Only the warmth between them. Only the beating of their hearts. Only the rising urge neither could ignore.
The urge kept growing.
