CHAPTER 132: IN HIS ARMS (2)

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.

The longer Bruce looked at Sophie, the tighter the warmth in his chest coiled, expanding, pulling him toward her lips. She felt it too, he could tell by the way she kept glancing up, her cheeks flushed, her breathing a little quicker with every second she stayed pressed against him.

Bruce’s voice dropped low.

"Say, Sophie... what do you think about me kissing you right now? Without slowing down?"

Her heart lurched.

"B-Bruce..." she whispered, "won’t you crash into something if you... look away too long?"

Bruce chuckled, warm, confident, his voice blending with the rushing wind.

"Don’t worry. My perception is extremely high. I don’t need eyes to know what’s around me. With my aura... it’s like seeing with a second eye."

Sophie bit her lower lip. She knew this already, she knew how terrifyingly sharp his senses were, yet the concern slipped out anyway.

Bruce teased softly, "Are you still worried? Your boyfriend isn’t some weak guy, you know."

He said it so casually... as if kissing a girl deeply while running at near-sonic speed was nothing unusual.

And honestly, Sophie had every right to be worried.

At Bruce’s pace, a single misstep could level buildings... flatten forests... create shockwaves that could topple structures. He wouldn’t be hurt, his durability surpassed logic, but the destruction around him would be unimaginable.

Yet despite all that, she felt completely safe in his arms.

Bruce saw the hesitation lingering in her eyes, and his lips curved into a knowing grin.

He could read her completely.

She wanted to kiss him just as much. All she needed was one push.

"You can take the lead," he murmured. "Kiss me however you like."

Sophie’s eyes widened. "Really?"

Bruce nodded once, slow, inviting, absolutely certain.

That single gesture shattered her restraint.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body melting even closer into him. Her breasts pressed softly against his chest... warm, full, impossibly soft.

Bruce relished the sensation, letting the gentle weight of her curves sink into him.

It felt intoxicating; her closeness, her warmth, the soft pressure of her body molded perfectly against his.

However, his speed didn’t waver, not even slightly. His stride stayed smooth, precise, impossibly stable. It didn’t feel like she was being carried by a man running; it felt like she was gliding through the world in the warmest moving embrace.

Sophie proceeded to lean up toward him... her breath brushing his lips.

Then she gently caught his lower lip between hers.

Bruce exhaled softly, eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered control to her.

His aura expanded, forming an invisible cocoon of awareness, guiding his steps effortlessly, allowing him to focus entirely on her.

Sophie’s heart pounded violently.

She kissed him the way he had kissed her earlier, slow, warm, sensual. She sucked softly on his lower lip, savoring the heat and taste of him. Emotion flooded her, a mix of heat, tenderness, and something deeper.

She let out a small, muffled sound of pleasure against his mouth.

"Mmmf~"

Her fingers threaded through his hair, brushing lightly as she held him close.

Only when his lips softened beneath hers did she deepen the kiss, not rushed, not forceful, just deep, warm, intimate.

Their mouths moved together in slow harmony, soft warmth meeting soft warmth. She could still taste the faint sweetness of the Frosted Berry drink lingering on his lips... making everything feel even more intoxicating.

A low sound escaped Bruce, a quiet, appreciative note he couldn’t hold back.

He kissed her back.

Not aggressively, but deeply. Patiently. Matching her warmth, her pace, her emotion.

Their lips pressed again and again, breath mingling, warmth spreading through their chests. Sophie shuddered lightly from the intensity, another soft sound slipping out as emotion washed through her veins.

Her breath turned shaky, her chest rising and falling fast as she clung to him.

Bruce’s hand pressed her a little closer, steady, protective, loving, his lips moving with increasing warmth.

The world blurred away completely. The wind no longer felt cold. The sky and forest became distant and irrelevant.

Only Bruce. Only Sophie. Only the kiss.

A kiss deepening not from hunger, but from emotion, slow, tender, overwhelming, making Sophie’s heart feel too full for her chest.

Their lips parted for a brief breath...

Sophie rested her forehead against his, her cheeks flushed, her breathing soft against his lips.

But the warmth... the closeness... the urge...

It didn’t fade.

If anything, it grew stronger.

Their lips hovered inches apart as their breaths mingled. Sophie’s eyes opened slowly, lifting to meet his.

For a long moment, she simply looked at him, at the calm confidence in his gaze, the warmth behind his faint smirk that always melted her.

"Bruce..." she whispered, her voice trembling not from fear, but from emotion.

"I don’t know what you’ve done to me..." Her fingers brushed along his jawline, soft, delicate, meaningful. "Every time I’m with you... everything else stops mattering. The world, the noise, the people, everything just fades until it’s only you."

Her tone quivered, each word a quiet confession carried by the evening wind.

"You make me feel safe... but at the same time, you make my heart race so fast I can barely breathe. You make me feel alive."

Bruce didn’t answer with words. He simply looked at her, eyes steady, warm, holding something deeper.

Sophie smiled faintly, her lips curling with a gentle warmth.

"I never thought I’d fall for someone like this... but I did." Her voice softened even more. "And every time you hold me like this, every time you look at me like that... I fall a little more."

The wind eased around them. The world quieted again.

Bruce’s expression shifted, subtle, undeniable. He slowed his pace just enough for the ground to stop blurring completely. His hand brushed through her hair, gently sweeping back a few strands.

Then he leaned closer, voice deep and low.

"Then keep falling," he whispered. "Because I don’t plan on letting you hit the ground."

Sophie’s heart fluttered violently. Her lips parted, her eyes softened, and she smiled, a warm, unguarded smile only he could bring out.

And as Bruce continued through the glowing horizon of the evening, the wind carried the sound of her quiet laughter, soft, beautiful, full of life, echoing gently across the vast, fading sky.