“Oh, my gods,” I moaned.
His cock was stroking me just right, filling me so damn much I could taste it in the back of my throat.
Lavender.
Spice.
Him.
Those clever appendages rubbed and twirled, massaging my needy little button, and tipping me closer to the edge.
One more thrust and I shattered beneath him.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
Violently.
Like every lonely, aching, uncertain part of me had finally been touched all at once.
Those clever appendages curled and stroked with devastating precision, rubbing against my swollen clit while Sten thrust deeper inside me, his massive body pinning me against the mattress in the safest, most overwhelming way imaginable.
The room smelled like rain and magic and him.
Gods, him.
Smoke.
Midnight air.
Warm skin.
Something celestial and dangerous beneath it all.
The scent wrapped around me completely until I could no longer tell where I ended and Sten began.
“Fuck, Luna,” he groaned roughly against my mouth. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight.”
The words sent another wave of heat crashing through me instantly.
“You’re going to be the end of me, aren’t you, my curvy little Witch?”
His glowing eyes locked onto mine, impossibly bright beneath the silver-blue moonlight pouring through the windows of his tower chambers.
“My Luna. Mine.”
Mine.
The possessive growl in his voice should have frightened me.
It didn’t.
Gods help me, it didn’t.
It made me feel wanted in a way I never had before.
Not tolerated.
