Locke doesn't hesitate another second. He guides himself to my entrance, resting the broad tip of his c**k against my swollen slickness.
He pauses for one agonizing second, looking down at me.
"You're mine," he says, a dark, possessive promise that vibrates straight through the mattress and into my bones. "Every part of you."
"Yours," I whisper back, my voice trembling with the sheer weight of what we are to each other. “All of me.”
Without another word, Locke drives forward in one long, unbroken stroke, burying himself to the hilt in a single, devastating thrust.
The gasp that leaves my lips is almost a sob, as my body opens and stretches around his size. The sensation is overwhelming: hotter, tighter, and deeper than before. Locke groans, a low, guttural sound of pure triumph, his
