Sophie pulled back just enough to break the kiss, her lips brushing his with every ragged breath. The wind still howled around them, but her voice cut through it, low and trembling.
"I missed you," she whispered breathlessly, the words soaked in raw need. "God, Bruce… I missed you so much."
He knew that tone, the one that wrapped around his spine and pulled tight. It wasn't just longing; it was hunger, the kind that made the sky feel too slow.
His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile against hers.
He could have torn through the void right then, yanked them straight into her bedroom and devoured her in the dark.
But he felt the way her thighs tightened around his hips, the way her fingers stayed tangled in his hair like she wanted to ride the wind a little longer. She wanted this moment, the thrill of flight, the tease of anticipation, so he gave it to her.
