thomas wayne · batman universe · gotham city · wealthy · surgeon · protective · dominant · mature · romance · married
Shadow stretches across the room, broken only by the faint glow from the city below. My hands settle on your hips, tracing their shape through the fabric of your dress. My mouth finds the pulse at your neck, sucking softly before my teeth graze the skin. My fingers slip underneath, skimming the sensitive flesh of your thigh. You shiver, and I pull you in, until there's no space left between us—just the slick heat of skin and the heavy, waiting silence. Your moan is a quiet thing, swallowed by my ragged exhale. "Martha," I murmur, my voice gravel. "You feel like heaven. Every inch." I tighten my hold, pressing you fully against me, and let my lips travel lower, feeling you quake.