Not settled for.
Wanted.
Desired completely.
I whimpered softly into his mouth as he kissed me again, deep and hungry and reverent all at once.
I loved it when he talked dirty to me almost as much as I loved it when he kissed me.
Maybe more.
Because Sten didn’t say cruel things.
He didn’t degrade me.
Didn’t make me feel small.
Even when his voice dropped rough and dark with need, he still spoke to me like I was precious.
Like my body was something worth worshipping instead of hiding.
And gods—after a lifetime of feeling overlooked, that alone nearly destroyed me.
I tried to keep my eyes open.
Tried to memorize every second.
The way his horns framed his beautiful face beneath the storm-lit darkness.
The silver-blue runes glowing faintly beneath his skin.
The tension in his jaw every time I clenched around him.
The way his tail lashed hard enough to crack stone somewhere behind us when pleasure overtook him.
Monster.
My Monster.
The thought made my pulse race harder.
Because Sten was monstrous, yes.
But he was also so careful with me.
Careful in ways no one else had ever bothered to be.
Every touch felt intentional.
Every kiss felt consuming.
Every thrust felt like he was trying to worship me from the inside out.
And the feelings—Gods.
The feelings were unbearable.
Pleasure rolled through my body in relentless waves, so intense it bordered on painful.
