I didn't know what I had expected. In all the fantasies that had plagued my mind since I first laid eyes on Bruno, none of them compared to this.
His body moved above me, the rhythm of his hips perfectly synchronized with my own, as though we were made to fit together in this way. Each thrust was deliberate, controlled, but there was an underlying wildness beneath his movements that made my heart race.
He was more than I had imagined. When I had first seen him with another woman—the cold, calculated dominance he had displayed—it had stirred something inside me, something I hadn't wanted to admit. Back then, I had envied the woman he was with, wishing for a moment that I could have that power over him. But now… now I had it.
He was mine, completely and utterly. I could feel it in the way his hands gripped my hips, the way his breath caught with every thrust, the way his body trembled as if on the verge of losing control.
