Yes.
Sten did.
When he licked me the first time, pleasure exploded through my body so violently I actually cried out.
Not polite pleasure.
Not manageable pleasure.
This felt catastrophic.
His tongue was long and hot and impossibly skilled while his growls vibrated directly against my clit.
“So sweet,” he groaned. “So fucking sweet for me. Mine.”
Mine.
Always mine.
The possessiveness in his voice should have alarmed me.
Instead, it soaked straight into my bloodstream like a drug.
By the time he finally positioned himself between my thighs, I was beyond coherent thought.
Wet.
Burning.
Desperate.
Need shook through my entire body as he reared back, his long tongue leaving me gasping and needy for more.
I watched as he palmed his enormous cock.
It was so big and thick with veins and ridges.
As he worked himself, I noticed a ring around the base.
It thickened and grew, fleshy spikes forming along it like some sort of crown, with two very long spikes just below his pubis.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Need spiked in my blood and that aching emptiness I felt earlier doubled.
“Sten, please,” I begged.
“Wanted to go slow, but I don’t think I can,” he growled, notching his head right at my sopping wet entrance.
“This is it, Luna,” he growled darkly. “No going back.”
I didn’t want to go back.
Not anymore.
Not to loneliness.
Not to feeling unwanted.
