And maybe that should have frightened me more considering how little I actually understood about Sten or what he was.
But every instinct inside me had already chosen.
Now.
I wanted him now.
“Words,” he growled. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Sten,” I whispered desperately. “You can have me. I-I accept your claim.”
Something dark and possessive flashed across his face.
Then he kissed me again.
Hard.
Demanding.
His tongue plunged deep into my mouth while his huge body settled over mine fully at last, and every inch of me lit up in response.
I tugged frantically at his shirt.
Needed skin.
Needed heat.
Needed more.
Sten understood immediately.
Of course he did.
Between rough kisses and gasping breaths and deep inhuman growls, our clothes disappeared piece by piece until his heated blue skin pressed fully against mine.
The contact nearly made me cry.
Warm.
Gods.
He was so warm.
I looked downward helplessly, fascinated by the contrast between us.
My pale soft body beneath his massive cerulean frame.
His thick cock heavy between my thighs before he’d even entered me.
I could feel him there already.
Big.
Hot.
Intimidating.
Exciting.
