His arms and legs loose, Bruce looked up and Ivy with half lidded eyes. Blood and bright breen toxin dripped from the puncture woulds across his body, spreading dark red lines of mixed liquid across his scared chest. Surely the woman would be wondering how a CEO could have gotten so beaten up over the years, perhaps she would even recognize some of the wounds.
At the moment, however, Bruce was concerned with little else but the feeling of her thighs under his strong hands and the warmth emitting between her legs, grinding, teasing softly on his erection. He sighed, letting out a small whimper and moved his hips against hers encouragingly.