FINALLY! THE chapter we've all been waiting for including ME! I hope I made it worth the all the drama and angst I've put everyone through. If I haven't made up for it yet, don't worry because it will carry over into the next chapter. :)
Chapter 25
Diana lay next to him, enjoying the feel of Bruce's muscular frame beneath her. His contoured chest had pillowed her head, her legs tangled with his as they had slept. Well, he had slept. She had slept for maybe a couple of hours, but she still had too much on her mind to truly sleep.
Besides, she had wanted to stay awake to watch over him in case he had any more nightmares. She hoped to intercept them before they became too overwhelming for him again. Thankfully, he hadn't had any that she could tell.
She contentedly listened to the calm steady beat of his heart through the soft cotton of his gray t-shirt, savoring each rise and fall of his chest as the sun began to rise, letting her know that morning was finally here. Neither had bothered changing out of their clothes, instead just climbing into bed together and holding each other close as they had talked.
It had been difficult to hear how he'd had to face off against Echidna, Cerberus, and Devil Ray, Circe appearing as her in an effort to seduce him. She wished that she could have been there to fight by his side instead of being separated for so long like they had been.
But Bruce was here with her once more, really here with her now and it brought her a sense of peace than she hadn't felt in long time. They had talked for a couple of hours before falling asleep, sharing some of the trials that they had been forced to face and yet she knew they had so much more to talk about. They had barely even scratched the surface last night.
She could tell that something very disturbing had happened to Bruce during his time in the Underworld, something that he was still struggling to deal with. She had a feeling that it had to do with his parents, but she didn't want to push him into talking about it until he was truly ready. She needed to prepare herself that he might never be ready.
She couldn't be too upset by the fact that he hadn't been able to open up more to her yet. There were things that she had experienced that she wasn't quite ready to talk to him about either, the fear that she had felt during her nightmares still woven into the fabric of her soul and threatening to inflame her panic even now.
She instinctively tightened her hold on him, the hand that had been resting on his abdomen slipping around to firmly grasp his torso as she pressed her face deep into his chest. She squeezed her eyes closed against the haunting images of Bruce kissing Catwoman, the sound of his deep baritone voice assuring Selina of his love for her…the sight of Luthor killing him.
She felt Bruce's hand move to rub her back, gently pressing her even closer in an attempt to reassure her. "I'm right here, Princess. I'm not going anywhere."
The soft familiar rasp of his voice unexpectedly managed to keep the tremble of fear building inside of her at bay at least for the moment. "I'm sorry," she whispered, forcing herself to relax.
"Don't," he firmly stated, sounding more like the Batman than Bruce in that moment. "It's going to take time to get past what happened."
"I'm fine…really," she insisted as she tried to push aside the thoughts and fears that continued to cling to her like a second skin she couldn't shed no matter how hard she tried.
"No, Diana, you're not fine," he told her with a sudden gentleness that was not the formidable Batman. "Don't pretend that you are when I know you're not. Clark told me how you almost have a panic attack every time I leave you. That's not fine, Princess. It's far from it."
Diana immediately sat up, pulling out of his hold and turning away from him in embarrassment. She was supposed to be strong, a warrior who never cowed to her emotions or any foe and yet she found herself repeatedly succumbing to the tremors of fear that seemed to tear through her when she least expected it.
Bruce quickly followed her, rising up onto his knees from behind her, his arms slipping around her shoulders to hold her securely against him. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he softly reassured her as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "You went through something very traumatic down there. I'm afraid that we both did. Just know that I'm not going anywhere, Diana. I love you …you're my life."
"I know…I love you too," she murmured, her hand coming up to cover his resting on her shoulder. "I just…I can't break free from the nightmares I was forced to live through down there."
Bruce's body instantly stiffened as he lifted his head, shifting his hold on her and forcing her to turn around to look at him. "What kind of nightmares did you have?"
Settling cross-legged across from him, she noticed the fear that flashed through his piercing blue eyes, the familiar tension that abruptly filled his jaw. "You had nightmares too, didn't you?"
He inhaled deeply, slowly releasing it through his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Yes," he confessed, already steeling himself against the onslaught of emotions that were no doubt about to surface once more. "It was Melinoë."
"She did the same to me," she admitted, biting her bottom lip as she averted her eyes. She didn't know if she was ready to go down this road with him yet as her heart began to beat a little harder, but she knew she had to sooner or later if they were ever going to heal from this.
The feel of his strong hand coming to rest along her jaw gently forcing her to look at him told her that he wasn't going to let this go, but he was also going to be right there with her every step of the way. "Diana, what did she do to you?"
Her eyes momentarily fell closed against the tears that she was determined to deny. Her eyelids fluttered open to find him staring intently at her, patiently waiting for her to talk to him. She knew that if she wanted him to open up to her, she was going to have to meet him halfway no matter how difficult this was going to be.
She took his hand from her face to it hold securely between both of hers in her lap, lacing their fingers as she began to tell him what had happened to her. Bruce watched as the color slowly began to drain from her face as she recounted in detail every hurt, the women from his past who appeared in her nightmare to marry him.
Diana paused to draw a shuddering breath as her eyes fell closed, no longer able to keep the tears from falling. She felt him brushing them from her cheeks with the tips of his fingers. "Shhh…" he softly murmured. "Please, just tell me, Diana. I promise nothing you tell me could ever make me love you less or change my mind about us."
He listened as she proceeded to tell him about being forced to watch him on a rooftop in Gotham kissing Catwoman, telling Selina how much he loved her. He could hardly process what he was hearing; each anguish-filled word that poured from her lips another knife that pierced his heart. His chest tightened with ultimate understanding of what she had been put through, wishing he could have been there to stop it.
He did his best to keep his emotions from reaching his face, not wanting her to know how deeply he was hurting inside for her, but he couldn't help wondering how much of these fears were taken from Diana's mind. Did she secretly fear losing him to his past loves? Afraid of losing him like that?
"I'm so sorry," Bruce whispered as he leaned in and kissed her slowly, deeply as he tried to make her feel every ounce of the love he held in his heart for her.
It wasn't a kiss of passion, but of reassurance and was the first kiss that they had shared since returning from the Underworld. He'd been far too absorbed in doing battle with his own demons, fighting to come to terms with how his whole world had changed…how he had changed. He had tried so hard to isolate himself from everyone when he had returned and now he found there was no other place he wanted to be than right here with her. Always with her.
Diana sighed as she pulled back to press her forehead against his, feeling the depths of his love in that kiss. "It wasn't your fault," she assured him as she lightly traced the fine stubble that lined his jaw with the tips of her fingers. "I keep telling myself it wasn't you and that it wasn't real, but I just can't shake the images from my head or the sound of your voice telling Selina how much you loved her on that rooftop."
"Diana, I don't love her," he adamantly declared, his blue eyes hard as steel just like his voice. "I only love you. Selina means nothing to me…hasn't for a very long time."
"In here, I know it," she told him, placing her hand over her heart. "I just can't get what I saw in those nightmares out of my head especially when Luthor came up from behind me. He wrapped his arm around me, pressed his body up against me and kissed my cheek. He pointed a gun at you, told me that he loved me and was going to get rid of the competition.
"He shot you, Bruce, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I was forced to stand there as he killed you and I couldn't save you."
It was tearing her up inside as it was to relive it every day in her head only to be forced to tell him every single detail. It seemed to make it even more real…concrete; something tangible that would always be a part of her no matter how hard she tried to fight against it. She didn't know what it would actually take to break the powerful hold it had on her.
"Is that why you're having such a difficult time every time I leave you?" he asked her as he stroked her raven hair in an effort to soothe her.
Diana nodded her head in response as she drew a shuddering breath in an effort to assuage the painful emotions roiling inside of her. Having him here with her now, sharing her fears with him had helped to ease a measure of her heartache, but it was still difficult facing it nonetheless.
"I had no idea," he murmured as he stared at her with a renewed sense of guilt. "I was so consumed with my own issues that I didn't see how all of this had been destroying you. I'm so sorry I hurt you. You needed me and I wasn't even there for you."
She could see the raw anguish swimming in his eyes, open and vulnerable and allowing her to see deep into his tormented soul. She hadn't been the only one who had suffered greatly at the hands of Hades. She leaned forward, her hand coming to rest against the curve of his cheek.
"It's alright, Bruce," she reassured him. "I'm not the only one hurting. You endured unspeakable things too."
"Diana, I want you to know that it's you that I love, no one else. What I felt at one time for those other women can never come close to comparing to what I feel for you. You have shown me what love truly is, awakening a part of my heart that I thought long since dead. You're the only one who has been able to do that."
Diana wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Bruce. I'm here for you just like you're here for me. Please talk to me. What happened to you?"
He buried his face in her hair, losing himself in the feel of her in his arms as her scent assaulted his senses. He grew tense in her arms, his forehead coming to rest against hers as his eyes fell closed. He didn't know if he was going to be able to do this and yet he knew that he had to. He had forced her to talk to him about what had happened to her. He owed it to her to do the same now. Besides, he could deny her nothing.
Before he could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. "Are we all decent?"
The sound of Alfred's voice cut through the thick tension that had blanketed the room, causing both of them to smile with his question as Diana released her hold on him. "Come on in, Alfred," she responded.
The door opened revealing the British butler carrying a large tray laden with enough food to feed a small army. The delicious smells that assaulted them reminded them both that they had eaten little over the week or so since returning to the world of the living.
"I thought I had heard talking in here this morning so I prepared you both a hearty breakfast that I fully expect you both to eat every bit of," he instructed them, giving them each an equally hard stare. The gleam of happiness that flitted through his eyes, however, belied the stern tone of his voice.
Alfred was more than pleased that these two had started talking to one another again, but he had to admit that he was disappointed they were still wearing the exact same clothes they had been wearing yesterday. He had been hoping for far more interaction between the two than just talking, but he guessed this was a good start. Hopefully, a wedding would be coming shortly with a baby soon to follow.
"It smells incredible, Alfred," Diana complimented him as she took the tray to set it between her and Bruce on the bed.
"Alfred, I swear you're clairvoyant sometimes," Bruce told him as he quickly reached for the large cup of hot coffee on the tray.
"If you require anything else, please let me know," Alfred informed them, a grin tugging at his lips.
Bruce thought for a moment as the butler began to turn to leave before opening his mouth. "Alfred, could you please cancel—"
"Already done, Master Bruce," Alfred called over his shoulder. "Your schedule has been completely cleared for the entire day."
Bruce fought back a smirk as he glanced at Diana who was ravenously attacking her omelet. "Thanks, Alfred."
"No gratitude is necessary, sir," Alfred replied as he paused at the door to look fondly at them. "I'm just pleased that you two are able to rectify things between you."
"Me too!" Tim's voice unexpectedly carried through the closing door. "It's about damn time."
"Master Timothy," Alfred chastised him on the other side of the closed door. "You will not be using such language in this house."
"Yes, sir," Tim mumbled as the pair made their way back downstairs.
Diana cast a sheepish glance at Bruce who was focused on the tray of food before him. "Were we really that bad?"
"Evidently," he responded with a shrug.
Although this had been an inevitable necessity, he welcomed this unexpected break in the tension that had suffused the bedroom, a temporary respite from dealing with emotions and issues that he'd sooner avoid, but he knew in his heart he had to do this for her. He was still far too worried about her, loved her too much to let this go on any longer without trying to repair things with her.
They sat in silence for several minutes, eating and enjoying the other's company before Diana broke the silence. Her voice was firm and yet there was an underlying pleading note to it. "You don't have to talk to me yet if you still need more time, but I'm here for you, Bruce. I love you and there isn't anything in this world that I wouldn't do for you. I can eventually come to terms with my own heartache, but seeing you hurting like this hurts me even more."
Bruce knew her words rang true, not just because she was practically incapable of deception, but because she had more than proven that to him in the Underworld. Even though she had been dying from the Hydra's poison, she had still chosen him over Hades' offer to save her life. She had given up her immortality to be with him…to have a baby with him someday.
No one had ever sacrificed more for him than she had and in so many ways. It was something that had only intensified their bond with one another, causing him to fall deeper in love with her than he had ever dreamed was possible.
Despite his old instincts telling him to run, he refused to listen this time.
"Joker was holding you hostage in the same alley my parents had been murdered in. You were severely injured and covered in blood because Joker had tortured and raped you. He was leaning over you with a butcher knife, ready to take your life. At the other end of the alley, Joe Chill was holding my parents at gun point."
"Bruce," Diana whispered as she slowly shook her head, her eyes filling with fresh tears for what he'd had to endure. "I'm so sorry."
He continued on as if not really hearing her, his eyes growing distant as the images scrolled like a horror movie through his mind once more. "Melinoë appeared and she…." His voice abruptly trailed off as he struggled to put into words what had happened next. Would she understand? Would she think less of him if she knew the truth of what had happened?
A gentle hand moved to cover his resting on the bed, telling him that she was there for him regardless of what he was about to tell her. He drew a calming breath through his nose, releasing it slowly to help temper the fury building inside before continuing.
"Melinoë gave me a choice—save you from being killed by Joker or save my parents and have them back in my life as if nothing had ever happened. She warned me that if I chose my parents over you, our paths would never cross. I'd never know you and you would never know me."
She could feel his rage rolling off him in powerful waves, could see it in the granite set of his chiseled jaw. A myriad of thoughts and emotions swiftly flooded her, but she remained silent in order to allow him the chance to get all of his pain out.
He never should have been put in such an impossible position like that, forcing to choose between her and his parents. She hated Melinoë for what she'd put her through, hated her even more for what she had done to Bruce.
Staring at him now, she could tell that he was on a knife's edge as he tightly gripped his fork, battling to remain in control, walking that thin line between sanity and madness, all-consuming rage and finally finding that peace that had eluded him for so very long.
"I chose you, Princess," he softly confessed, unable to meet her gentle probing gaze. "I chose you over getting my parents back."
"I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am that you were put in such a horrible position like that," she told him, more than stunned by his confession as a tremor of anguish filled her voice. "You had a chance to have your parents back, but you…you chose me. Why, Bruce?"
"As badly as I wanted my parents back, I was forced to accept that it was my past and they were gone," he explained as he looked into her eyes and found nothing but acceptance and love. "In that moment, I knew that I needed to start focusing on the future and that I didn't want to live without you, Diana.
"Besides, how could I be so selfish as to choose my parents, knowing that I could be robbing the world of Wonder Woman or that I would completely change your entire life just because of me? I couldn't do that to you."
Diana didn't know what to say in that moment as they lost themselves in each other's eyes. So much pain had been shared, so much love had been shown in their actions during their trials in the Underworld. Hades' efforts to destroy them and show them that they didn't belong together had only proven how strong their love for one another truly was, fortifying the connection that they had shared from the very beginning.
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Bruce Wayne," she finally replied, overcome by the love she felt for this amazing man.
"I ask myself the same thing about you every single day, Princess," he confessed, relaxing his grip on his fork.
"So where do we go from here?" she asked, feeling an unexpected nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach as he stared at her with that intensity that never ceased to excite her.
"Well, it looks like we have the entire day to spend together," he reminded her. "Tonight, though, I'm taking you out on a date."
Her lips curled into a bright smile as she lifted a piece of melon to her lips with her fork. "A date with you?"
The way her blue eyes sparkled told him that he was on the right track, causing him to flush warmly inside. "Yes, a date with me," he replied with a smirk. "Who else did you have in mind?"
"No one," she teased.
"I'll make reservations for dinner tonight, just the two of us. A romantic dinner…maybe some dancing."
"And then what?" she flirted, her lips closing around the tines of her fork before slowly pulling it out in a very suggestive manner before dragging her tongue across her lower lip.
Her flirty gesture did not go unnoticed by her fiancé. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see where the night takes us, Princess."
"I think I like the sound of that," she decided with a tilt her head as she pulled a raven lock behind her ear. "What will we do during the day, though?"
"First, I think you need to get some sleep," he told her, his blue eyes narrowing. "You barely slept last night."
Diana frowned. "How do you know that?"
"I'm Batman," he simply stated with that smug grin that made her want to knock it right off his handsome face only to watch it disappear a moment later as his expression grew solemn. "Why didn't you sleep?"
"I was keeping watch over you to make sure you didn't have any more nightmares," she revealed.
He reached across the tray to take her hand in his again, squeezing it. "Thank you, Princess," he softly said.
"Any time," she murmured, her thumb caressing the back of his hand. "What are you going to do if I'm asleep?"
"Watch over you while you sleep so you don't have any nightmares," he told her as he moved the tray to the nightstand.
Turning towards her, Bruce pulled her into his arms as he laid back, holding her close. He felt her immediately relax against him, sleep swiftly claiming her as he gently raked his fingers through her silken hair.
It had been one of the most difficult things he had ever done by sharing his heart with her, but he hadn't felt this much peace in a very long time.
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Diana couldn't stop laughing as Bruce told her about a drug ring bust that had completely fallen apart on him in his early days as Batman. She couldn't believe that he was actually sharing such an embarrassing story with her that painted him in a not so heroic light, but it was a definite welcome change to the raw anguish that had been simmering inside of them.
Things had greatly improved between them since sharing their hearts this morning. She had never felt closer to him than she had falling asleep in his arms after breakfast and she knew that he had felt it too. The connection they shared was stronger than ever after being tested by the fires of the Underworld, proving that this was meant to be and nothing could ever destroy it, not even the god of the Underworld himself.
"Bruce, I can't believe you did that," she replied between giggles, her sides aching from laughter.
Bruce glanced at her, amusement dancing in his eyes and playing on his lips. He could barely take his eyes off of her, completely enamored with the way her raven curls were fluttering in the wind, her cobalt eyes shining brighter than the stars in the sky above.
He ached to kiss her, longing to touch her the way that he had wanted to all day long, but he had decided to wait until tonight. He wanted it to be perfect in every way, making love to her for the first time since being reunited absolutely magical. She deserved it after everything she'd been put through.
"He had it coming after kicking me where he did," he responded with an annoyed snort, fighting back his own bout of laughter. "It was after that night that I redesigned the Batsuit to include a protective cup."
"Wise move," she giggled, wiping tears from her eyes. "Otherwise, you might not have been able to have children someday."
Bruce chuckled with her, but he couldn't deny the way his heart stuttered with the thought of having a baby with her. It was something that he had wanted, but had feared would never happen or should never happen because of who they were. Now, that dream thought long since dead had been reawakened with Diana, especially knowing that she was able to have a baby now.
Diana noticed the sudden change in his demeanor, the pensive expression on his face. Unfortunately, she misread it as something else. "Bruce, if you don't want to have a baby, we don't have to," she reassured him, though the thought hurt her more than she let on. "I gave up my immortality for both of us because I wanted to spend my life with you, wanted us to have that option of having a baby. I didn't mean to pressure you into something that you don't want."
Bruce pulled the convertible to a stop on the edge of a cliff that overlooked Gotham, providing them with a breathtaking view of the city. He turned off the engine before turning to face her, taking her hand in his. "I would be lying if I said that I wasn't terrified about the notion of having a baby," he confessed, his gaze focused on her hand in his. "I also know that there is nothing I want more than to share a life with you…to have a baby with you."
Diana dipped her head, claiming his lips in a sweet passionate kiss that he quickly responded to. His hands roamed over her back, losing himself in the heated moment as tongues tangled and dueled for control. Her hands slipped around his neck to grip his hair, savoring this connection with him that she never wanted to end.
Breaking the kiss for much needed air, Bruce smiled at her as he fought to catch his breath. "You have no idea how desperately I've missed you."
She smiled softly in response as she nuzzled his nose with her own, her breath warm against his face. "I've missed you so much. I have to admit, though, that I was beginning to think you had forgotten that I existed or that you had changed your mind about marrying me."
"Never, Princess," he adamantly stated, taking her hand and raising it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. "I know it doesn't make any sense, but I was really struggling with understanding myself and what I was fighting for after what had happened in that nightmare with my parents. I wasn't sure that I was the man that you truly deserved."
"Never question that, Bruce," she told him. "I know the man that you are and he is so incredible."
Bruce threaded his fingers through her raven hair as he gazed into her eyes. "I wanted to die when I thought I had lost you for good," he revealed, swallowing hard. He hadn't wanted to get into this tonight, wanting it to be utterly perfect for her, but he found the words spilling from his lips against his will. "Finding you dead like that…I…"
He found it difficult to speak, the images of that horrifying moment suddenly overwhelming him as unwanted tears pricked his eyes. She leaned in, kissing him softly, desperate to break him free from the dark brooding mood that had taken over.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," she murmured, her lips ghosting over his cheekbone and finding his ear. "I'm not going to leave you, Bruce."
He felt the fear and pain from a moment ago gradually ease from his body as she teased his earlobe with her lips and teeth, her hands roaming over his chest with a growing hunger that he shared. Unable to bear it another moment, he turned his head and captured hers lips in a heated kiss.
"I want you, Bruce," she breathed as she began to push his suit jacket off his shoulders.
"Wait," he said, gently removing her hands. "As much as I've dreamed about having you right here like this, I have something better in mind."
Diana tilted her head as she settled back into her seat, adjusting her skirt. "What do you have up your sleeve, Mister Wayne?"
"It's a surprise," he told her with a grin as he started up the car before tearing through the night. He didn't think he could get to his intended destination fast enough as his right hand came to rest on her bare thigh, lovingly caressing her smooth skin.
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Bruce could hardly enter the code to override the security system he'd installed, growing more than desperate to get inside his penthouse at Wayne Towers. It didn't help matters that Diana kept rubbing herself up against his side, her tongue tracing the curve of his ear before raking her teeth over his earlobe as she raised her thigh over his hip.
He groaned as he finally got the door open, a ragged breath escaping as he swiftly pulled her inside, closing the door closed behind them. He took Diana's hand firmly in his; wanting her to see what he had done for her before things got too heated.
Diana gasped softly at the sight of red rose petals scattered on the plush cream-colored carpet, a crimson path that led to the bedroom. She knelt down to pick up a velvety petal, bringing it up to her nose to sample the sweet fragrance.
"Bruce, what did you do?" she asked as she turned to find him staring at her with a dark ravenous gleam in his piercing blue eyes.
"Nothing much…and at the same time not nearly enough for what you truly deserve," he replied as he removed his suit jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
She swallowed hard, not about to shed any more tears today even though these were tears of a very different kind. "I love you," she murmured as her arms slipped around his neck, her lips finding his as the petal slipped from her fingers.
Bruce tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pulled her hard against him. He ground his hips against hers as the kiss grew more heated, finally able to unleash all of the pent up desire and hunger for one another that had been consuming them for so long now.
Diana suddenly found herself pinned between a hard wall and a very hard Bruce, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her red dress. His large hands caressed her bare thighs, causing her to moan something throaty and arousing him even more than he already was.
His hot tongue thoroughly explored every inch of her mouth, savoring the taste of her…the feel of her so firm and yet so soft in all the right places. No one had ever been able to excite him, stirring such passion in him like she could. It was an all-consuming desire that only she could sate if only but for a short time.
He loved the red dress that she had worn tonight, had dreamt of removing it from her exquisite body ever since seeing her wear it in Paris when she had come home in the wee hours of dawn after being out all night with Princess Audrey.
He'd been near frantic with worry about where she was and what she had been doing, sitting there in her hotel room waiting for her to return only to be nearly rendered speechless by the sight of her in that scarlet dress that gracefully grazed her thighs. Now, he could do everything he had wanted to do to her that morning.
Diana swiftly responded to the intensity of his kisses, his touch that was setting her body on fire. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and causing him to groan as she settled against his hard arousal. Her fingers made quick work of his tie, tossing it aside as she nearly destroyed his shirt in an effort to get to his chiseled flesh.
He growled low in his throat as her fingernails raked across his chest before she began set her sights on his belt and pants. He couldn't have cares less about the state of his clothes when this was all over. All that mattered to him was her, making sure this was a night that neither of them would ever forget.
He was desperate to be with her again, craved the amazing feeling of her taking him deep inside of her tight wet heat. Nothing was more incredible than being with her like that, joined together and moving as one in an intimate expression of love.
His hands moved up her thighs, tearing away her red lacy panties and tossing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed as she pushed his pants down past his hips. Her hand was on him before he could draw his next breath, stealing what little air he had in his lungs as he buried his face in her neck.
"Princess…" he gasped sharply as she stroked him.
His fingers found her center, causing her head to fall back against the wall with a cry of pleasure. She was more than ready for him and it only made him that much more frantic to be surrounded by her. Reluctantly pulling her hand off him, he shifted his hips, driving deep inside of her in one long hard stroke.
Diana hissed in pleasure, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he pressed his forehead against hers in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. He wanted this to last for as long as humanly possible, but he was already teetering on the edge of ecstasy with just being fully immersed inside of her.
"I love you, Princess," he managed to choke out as he started moving his hips, his fingers interlocking with hers before pressing their joined hands on either side of her head against the wall.
"I…love you…too," she breathed heavily between moans, losing herself in the incredible sensations spiking through her like bolts of lightning.
He found her lips in a searing kiss as his body took over, moving of its own accord with wild abandon. He couldn't have held himself back even if he had wanted to, taking her with punishing strokes that pushed her higher up against the wall.
She cried out his name as her thighs gripped him even harder, her heart thundering in her chest with the passion he was unleashing on her. It was filled with such a fierce intensity that she hadn't seen in him before now as he allowed her to fully see every part of him.
It was overwhelming to her, not just physically but emotionally as well, knowing that he was finally…fully opening himself completely to her in every way. He was giving her every bit of him for the first time since being together and she reveled in it, determined to show him just as much love and adoration as he was showing her now.
Bruce was only faintly aware that he might be hurting her, but it quickly disappeared as she kissed and nipped at his throat with a feral quality that only turned him on even more, raking her teeth over his skin before biting him where his neck met his collarbone. He hissed with the hot pleasure that seared like fire through his veins.
He could truly show her every bit of himself, not having to hold anything back any more. It caused tears of overwhelming happiness to settle behind his eyes, but refused to allow them to form. This was about her tonight, not him. It was about expressing to her just how much he loved her, needed her, and adored everything about her. He was determined to make sure his own enjoyment came second to hers, but she wasn't allowing his pleasure to be forgotten as her hand broke free to caress his backside, causing shivers of desire to race up his spine.
His hand came to rest over her breast, stroking her through her dress. She suddenly came hard, clamping down around him like a vice-grip and propelling him into his own release. They trembled together as he collapsed against her, pressing her against the wall as he fought to recover from the euphoria that had taken over his entire body.
He tilted his head to kiss her, gentle and sweet as his hands came to rest on her thighs before pulling back to brush his nose against hers. "We didn't exactly make it to the bedroom, did we?"
"I don't mind if you don't mind," she teased, nibbling on his lower lip. "It gives us a goal to work our way towards."
Bruce chuckled softly before kissing her hard. "I love the way you think, Princess," he replied as he carried her towards the couch.
"Do you think we made a baby yet?" she asked with a grin as he began to work her body free of her dress.
"I don't know, but I think we should keep practicing just to make sure," he suggested as he tossed her dress back over his shoulder before descending upon her with a voracious glint in his eyes and a devilish smirk playing on his lips.