Safe with Her
by @mysticravenAfter years of performing toxic masculinity for partners who demanded he dominate, Lucas finds himself in the arms of Camille—a ruthless divorce lawyer who gets off on reversing the power dynamic. She discovers his secret craving isn't for sex, but for emotional surrender, and teaches him that vulnerability can feel safe instead of shameful. By the time he stops apologizing for what he wants, they're both too addicted to the softness to ever go back.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Lucas Walker
A 26-year-old with the kind of build that makes people assume he's always in control—broad shoulders, a jaw that could cut glass, and hands that know how to hold their own. But there's a softness in his brown eyes that betrays him, a slight tremor in his voice when he's asked what he really wants. He moves like a man who's been performing for so long he's forgotten how to just be.
Camille Devereaux
A 42-year-old divorce lawyer with sharp cheekbones and sharper instincts, silver-streaked auburn hair swept into a low bun that means business. She has the kind of confidence that doesn't need to announce itself—it lives in the way she holds a wine glass, the way she never breaks eye contact first, the quiet authority in her voice that makes people confess things they didn't mean to. There's a warmth beneath her armor, but she guards it carefully, like something she's learned not to trust.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The First Question
Lucas's hands are sweating against the napkin in his lap. The wine is good—she picked it, and that should be nothing, but it's something. Her eyes don't leave his face. When she asks what he wants, th
The First Surrender
Lucas's knees hit her hardwood floor before he decides to drop. The impact shocks through his joints, grounding him in a way he didn't know he needed. Camille stands above him, her silhouette framed b
Chapter 3
The room was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing, uneven and tense, as she stood behind him, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body without her even touching him yet. Her hand r
Let Me Have This
He stops holding back—lets the sounds escape, lets the tears come, lets her see every raw edge of what he's been hiding. She fucks him harder through it, not punishing but pushing, demanding he stay p
The Morning After
He wakes to her mouth on his chest, her thigh hooked over his hip, and the shame he expected doesn't come—only a raw, empty ache that feels like hunger. She doesn't ask if he wants this, just slides d