He brushes my hair out of the way. “How do you feel when I touch you?” “Warm.” “And when I hold you?” His arms wrap around me, his pads making him even larger. My hands drop to his chest, the fight in me slowly dissolving. “Safe,” I mutter. He brings his mouth to my ear, whispering, “And when I fuck you?” He pulls back, locking our gazes once more, dipping his chin slightly. I don’t answer right away, but after a few moments, “Everything… loved,” squeezes its way past my lips. He nods and that perfect smile lights up his entire face.
