The king-sized bed is soft and inviting, the crisp white sheets cool against my warm skin as Locke lays me down. He shifts over me, supporting his broad weight on his forearms so not a single pound presses down against my sensitive side.
The soft moonlight fills the room, casting long, intimate shadows across the bed.
I open to him completely, my hands sliding over the still-wet muscles of his shoulders, tracing the heavy ink of his tattoos as I pull him closer.
He breaks the kiss slowly, his breathing heavy as he shifts down my body. His mouth moves down the column of my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses over my collarbone, down the centerline of my chest, avoiding the tender curve of my ribs with expert precision.
When his hand reaches my lower stomach, he pauses.
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