Diego
Bruce doesn't respond with words, but with action.
He picks me up in a swift motion, and I bury my head in his neck as he walks quickly to his room. Luckily, no one stops us or interrupts our path.
His breathing is wild. His heartbeat drums hard against my chest. He fumbles to unlock the door, rushes inside with my body still wrapped around him.
His eyes are dark. Heavy. Steamy.
When he pulls my face away from his neck, I inhale his pheromones greedily, selfishly. They intoxicate me.
His lips part slightly. His body trembles. His hands, cupping my cheeks, are warm and shaking.
"Kitten," he breathes against my nose. His voice is thick, lusty. "Diego... If you sleep here tonight, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll touch you. I'll mark you. I'll fuck you, knot you, make you mine—because you belong to me. Do you understand?"
My cock throbs, leaking and pulsing. My hole is wet and messy, pulsating wildly.
