“Bruce…” she arched back and moaned softly. The teenage hormones running wild through her body as her thoughts of the times they’ve shared together fill her mind.
She rakes her nails over his shoulders and down his back. Her fingers move up his back and into his hair. “Gods…”
I swear Amazons and Detectives go together like milk and cookies.
She moans and presses back against him her hips wiggling slightly as she rubs and presses herself closer. “Bruce” her hands fiddle with the buttons on his shirt and she growls and finally just rips it off of him. She tilts her head and moans as he growls against her neck her fingers raking over his chest.
“you saved my soul” -Batman