CHAPTER 141: THE NIGHT HE CLAIMS HER

Sophie blinked, a small crease forming between her brows. "Notice... what? Did something happen?"

Bruce shook his head, tension tightening across his shoulders. Sophie’s expression was honest. She truly hadn’t sensed it. She hadn’t detected even a fraction of Bane’s Domain release.

Which meant Bane had done all of that in a sealed layer of reality she wasn’t allowed to perceive.

And it also meant something else, the domain had messed with Bruce’s perception of time. Inside it, it felt like minutes had passed. Heavy, stretched, suffocating minutes. But outside... it couldn’t have been more than a heartbeat or two. If it was longer, Sophie would’ve noticed something.

Instead, she had felt nothing at all.

Bruce’s jaw tightened slightly at the thought.

Whatever Bane was... whatever level he operated on... it wasn’t something normal.

Bruce sighed softly, a low breath leaving him as the weight of the encounter settled.

"Does this mean your father accepts me?" he muttered with a small teasing grin, lifting a brow at her.

Sophie clicked her tongue, smiling as she finished locking the door. "I guess so..."

She turned around fully, stepping closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, firm, warm, claiming him without hesitation.

"I meant every word of what I said to you." Her voice dropped, soft but unwavering. "Tonight is the night you’ll claim me. A mere Bane can’t change the feelings I have for you..."

Her fingertip glided gently along the sharp line of his jaw, slowing when she reached his chin. Her gaze was full of love... longing... and something deeper, heavier, impossible to ignore.

They didn’t hold back anymore.

They moved at the same time.

Their lips crashed together.

The kiss hit Bruce like a shock, like heat blooming under his skin. Sophie pressed herself against him, pushing up onto her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck as her mouth molded to his with a hunger she had been holding back for far too long.

Bruce’s hand immediately slid to her waist, gripping her tightly, pulling her even closer. Sophie gasped slightly into his mouth, and Bruce claimed that sound, deepening the kiss instantly.

Her lips were warm, soft, addictive. Her breath mingled with his in hot, quick bursts. Her body melted into him with a desperation that matched his perfectly.

Sophie kissed him like she had been waiting... starving... burning.

Bruce kissed her back like he finally had permission to lose himself.

Her fingers slipped into his hair. Bruce’s palm swept up her back. Their lips moved faster, harder, then slowed for a second, only to crash again with even more heat.

Bruce didn’t even break the kiss when he suddenly slid one arm under her legs and lifted her cleanly off the ground in one smooth, powerful motion.

Sophie let out a small gasp into his mouth, her eyes flying open briefly in shock before fluttering shut again as she tightened her hold on him.

Bruce smirked against her lips.

"What?" he murmured between kisses, voice low and teasing. "Gotta secure my future wife properly."

She swatted his shoulder, still kissing him.

Bruce didn’t give her a chance to retort. He shifted her weight securely in his arms and began walking, his steps slow but deliberate as he headed toward the staircase.

They kissed all the way there.

Sophie’s lips tasted sweeter with every second. Her breath kept hitching as Bruce held her effortlessly, kissing him like he planned to memorize every inch of her mouth. Her fingers dragged along the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

By the time they reached the first step, Bruce had to pause just to catch the next kiss she desperately pressed against him, deep, messy, intoxicating.

Their lips finally broke apart for only a heartbeat.

Both of them were panting lightly, foreheads resting together.

Sophie stared at him with flushed cheeks, lips swollen, eyes hazy.

Bruce... Bruce’s gaze had changed completely.

Love. Yes. It was there, warm and deep.

But beneath it?

Lust.

Raw, open, unhidden lust, the kind that made Sophie feel like she was being stared at by a predator who had already decided she was the only meal he wanted for the night. It filled her with excitement.

Bruce’s lips curled slowly into a calm, dangerous smile.

"Where’s the bedroom...?" he asked quietly.

His voice was low, rough with restraint, as if he was barely holding himself together.

Sophie swallowed, breath trembling, eyes locked on him.

Because from the way Bruce was looking at her...

She knew...

He wasn’t planning on letting her go. Not tonight. Not for a single moment.

Their mouths stayed locked in a fevered kiss, breath hot and tangled. Sophie didn’t break away for even a second. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, demanding more.

They were still kissing with the same burning intensity when Bruce carried her straight into her bedroom...

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside. Bruce didn’t break the kiss as he carried her, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her ankles locked at the small of his back. Every step pressed her harder against him...

"Aaah~" the low sound she made into his mouth, half moan, plea, surrender, vibrated straight through his chest.

When they reached the bed he lowered her slowly, reverently, as though she were something priceless he was afraid to break. But the moment her back touched the mattress Sophie surged up, hands already tugging at his shirt, lips chasing his like she’d die if they lost contact for even a second.

Bruce let her push him down. The mattress dipped under his weight, and then she was on him, knees sliding to either side of his hips, straddling him with delicious certainty.

The sun had set, moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silvering the curve of her waist, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed hard as intense flux of emotions coursed through her...

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A/N:

Mass release Chapters done 5/5. Thanks for the support 🙏 things are bound to get exciting from here on out...