“Fuck, Luna,” he groaned roughly, palming my breasts reverently before lowering his mouth to lick slowly across one aching nipple.
Pleasure shot straight through me.
I arched helplessly.
He looked at me like he couldn’t stop.
Like he physically needed to see every inch of me.
And maybe that should have made me self-conscious.
Instead—it made me feel beautiful.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t thinking about my stomach or thighs or softness or whether I looked flattering from certain angles.
Sten erased all of that with one look.
Because he wanted me exactly like this.
Soft.
Curvy.
Open beneath him.
And for the first time in my life I felt truly desired.
The realization nearly overwhelmed me.
Then he spread my legs wider.
And stared.
Actually stared at my pussy like it fascinated him.
Like it was something gorgeous instead of embarrassing.
My entire face burned.
“No man has ever touched you here?” he asked roughly.
I shook my head immediately, unable to speak.
Because yes, technically I’d been on dates with men before. We kissed. Petted.
But not like this.
Never like this.
No one had ever taken their time.
No one had ever worshipped me.
No one had ever looked at me like my pleasure mattered more than their own.
Sten did.
Gods.
