Fuck.
One kiss had ruined me.
I could still feel her mouth against mine.
Still hear those soft little sounds she made when pleasure caught her off guard.
Still remember the way her body trembled beneath my hands like she’d been starving for tenderness without even realizing it.
Mine.
The possessive thought came instantly again.
Not forced.
Not deliberate.
Instinctive.
I tipped my head back against the stone wall and exhaled slowly.
Gods help me.
I was losing this battle.
Losing it willingly.
And the worst part?
I didn’t think I wanted to win anymore.
Not when losing meant I finally got to have her.
Chapter 16-Amrin
Sten slowed his pace and faced me.
His eyes glowed an impossible blue and once again I was struck by how intense his stare was.
I had never been the object of one man’s attention like this.
Not once in my entire life.
Not by men back home.
Not by the few and far between awkward dates arranged by my mother who spent most of dinner pretending not to notice my body before trying to grope me in parking lots afterward.
Not by the lonely mistakes I’d made in my twenties when I wanted affection badly enough to settle for crumbs of attention.
No one had ever looked at me like I was precious.
Desired.
Chosen.
But Sten?
Sten looked at me like I was the answer to a question he’d been asking the universe for years.
