Locke shifts his weight, his hands sliding around my waist as he gently lays me back onto the soft, cool mattress. He follows me down, hovering over me, supporting his massive weight on his forearms so he doesn't crush me. He reaches down, sliding his briefs down his legs and kicking them off, leaving nothing between us now.
He slides between my knees, his broad thighs pushing my legs apart, opening me up completely to him.
"You're safe here," he whispers, his thumb coming up to trace my cheekbone, catching a stray tear that escaped the corner of my eye. "With me. Always."
"I know," I say, my voice steady, my fingers tracing the broad muscles of his back, feeling the heavy scars under my fingertips. "I know I am."
He reaches down between us, guiding the smooth, heavy head of his length
