He rubs his heavy thumbs gently over my cheekbones, wiping away the faint, phantom trace of an old, forgotten memory.
"But he's done, Zara," Locke says quietly. "His time in your life is completely over. He will never touch you, speak to you, or hurt you again."
"My time is now," I whisper back. “And it’s with you.”
“Does that make it our time?”
“You know it, handsome.”
Locke leans down, closing the small distance between us, and presses his mouth firmly to mine in a deep, fierce, and utterly possessive kiss that wipes away every lingering shadow of my past.
I let out a soft, breathless gasp against his lips, my hands sliding up his broad, warm chest so my fingers can tangle in the hair curling at the nape of his neck.
When he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his eyes are
