You make me feel…” She could feel the planes of his body tense behind her as he cautiously prompted, “I make you feel…” “Good. Safe.” Her locket warmed, its pulse becoming more erratic with every word she confessed. “Not so alone. I want you.” “Then you’ll have me,” he told her, and without preamble, he sheathed himself inside of her, all the way to the hilt.
