»»𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 – 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞.
1. The Tower Room – Late Afternoon
Bruno’s tower is a labyrinth of winding staircases and hidden alcoves, but at the very top, there’s a small room with a narrow bed draped in faded blankets. The room is filled with candles that cast a golden glow over the sandstone walls.
You’re leaning against the stone wall, your dress pulled up to your waist, legs wrapped around Bruno’s hips as he thrusts into you slowly. His forehead is pressed against yours, sweat dampening his curls as he groans your name. His eyes are half-lidded, mouth hovering over yours but not quite kissing you.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and desperate.
You gasp as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles in time with his thrusts. His other hand cradles the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw as if to keep you grounded.
“Say it again,” he pleads, his lips brushing over your cheek. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Bruno,” you whimper, and that’s all it takes. He presses you harder against the wall, hips moving faster, each thrust deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mixing with the soft murmur of the wind outside and the creak of the tower walls.
2. The Courtyard – Midnight
The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the courtyard. Everyone is asleep, and the house is eerily quiet. You’re sprawled out on the soft grass, your dress bunched around your hips and Bruno’s hands gripping your thighs as he pins you down.
His hair hangs in his eyes as he lowers his mouth to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Anyone could catch us,” he mutters, his teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder.
“But they won’t,” you counter, fingers threading through his curls and tugging just hard enough to make him hiss.
Bruno’s hands slide under your thighs, lifting them higher as he thrusts into you hard enough to make the grass scratch against your back. The chill of the night air only makes the heat between you more intense, your bodies moving together in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“Shh,” he warns, pressing his lips against your mouth to stifle your moans. “Don’t wake the house.”
But the way he’s moving, each stroke deeper than the last, makes it nearly impossible to stay quiet. You’re both panting, skin slick with sweat as he fucks you slow and steady, his hips grinding against yours with delicious friction.
3. The Kitchen – Early Morning
You’re bent over the wooden kitchen table, the scent of freshly baked arepas lingering in the air. The house is still waking up, and the sound of Mirabel’s voice singing softly somewhere in the background makes your heart race.
Bruno’s chest is pressed against your back, one hand tangled in your hair while the other clutches your hip, holding you in place as he thrusts into you from behind. His movements are frantic, almost desperate, his breath hot against the back of your neck.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, voice low and rough as his hips snap against yours. “You know that?”
Your hands grip the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood as he fucks you harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His teeth scrape over your shoulder, biting down just enough to make you gasp.
“Bruno,” you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand slipping around to your front, fingers circling your clit in quick, firm strokes. “You’re so good to me. So perfect.”
The nursery is empty, Elias playing outside with Mirabel and Antonio, but the air still smells of baby powder and warm sunlight. The rocking chair creaks softly as Bruno straddles it, you perched in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.
His hands are under your dress, sliding up your thighs as you rock against him slowly. His lips are on your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up to your ear.
“Missed you,” he breathes, his voice thick with longing as he thrusts up into you, each movement slow and deep. “Needed you.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his head back so you can kiss him, tongues sliding together in a messy, heated dance. The chair rocks beneath you, the creak of the wood mingling with your breathy moans and Bruno’s soft curses.
“Don’t stop,” you gasp, hips rolling against his as his hands grip your ass, guiding your movements.
“Never,” he promises, his eyes dark and full of love as he watches you come apart in his arms.
5. The Candle Room – Evening
The room glows with the light of hundreds of candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. You’re on your knees in front of Bruno, his back against the wall as he looks down at you with wide, needy eyes.
Your mouth wraps around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip as he threads his fingers through your hair, his knuckles going white as he struggles to stay still.
“Gods, you look so beautiful like this,” he breathes, his voice thick and breathless. “So perfect.”
You hum around him, taking him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs to keep your balance as you move. The sounds he’s making are intoxicating—soft, desperate whimpers mixed with low, throaty groans.
When you finally pull back, his cock slick and glistening, he drags you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you against the wall.
“My turn,” he growls, sliding down your body until he’s on his knees, his hands spreading your thighs apart.
“Hold on to the wall, cariño,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hungry as he dips his head between your legs. “This might take a while.”
The air is warm, the sky painted in hues of pink and gold as the sun dips below the horizon. You’re beneath the arch of hanging vines, the scent of jasmine and roses heavy in the air.
Bruno lays you down on the soft grass, his body covering yours as he settles between your thighs. His hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he slides inside you, slow and deliberate.
“Wanted to do this all day,” he whispers against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
His hips roll against yours, each thrust slow and deep, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. The warmth of the sun lingers on your skin, mingling with the heat of Bruno’s body as he takes you apart piece by piece.
You arch beneath him, moaning his name as he kisses you, his mouth soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. His lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking until you’re trembling beneath him, the world falling away until all you can feel is Bruno.
7. The Library – Stormy Night
Rain pounds against the windows, lightning flashing in the distance as you and Bruno lay sprawled on the library floor, a blanket beneath you. The fire crackles softly, casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.
Bruno is above you, his curls damp with sweat as he thrusts into you slowly, his forehead pressed to yours. The storm rages outside, but inside, it’s just the two of you, moving together in a slow, lazy rhythm that speaks of love and longing.
“Stay with me,” he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours as he kisses you, soft and sweet. “Always.”
And as the rain pours down and the fire crackles and the world falls away, you hold him closer, your bodies melding together as you make love on the floor of the library, surrounded by the scent of old books and the sound of your hearts beating as one.
