Completely.
The realization hit somewhere deep inside me just as another orgasmic pulse rolled through my body.
Sten’s expression changed suddenly.
His glowing eyes darkened almost to silver.
Then he threw his head back with a guttural roar that shook straight through my bones.
Gods.
Beautiful.
Terrifyingly beautiful.
I watched him come apart above me in absolute awe.
The muscles in his throat flexed sharply while hot pleasure twisted across his face, making him look less like a graduate student and more like some ancient celestial being dragged briefly to his knees by desire.
His power rolled through the room in waves.
Moonlight flickered violently.
The storm outside answered with thunder.
And then Sten groaned my name again as he spilled deep inside me, filling me completely while his entire body shook above mine.
The sensation nearly made me cry.
Intimate.
Possessive.
Final somehow.
Like the world had shifted permanently and neither of us could ever go back to who we’d been before this moment.
It took a long time for the trembling to stop.
Long enough that the storm outside softened to steady rain while magical aftershocks continued pulsing lazily beneath my skin.
Eventually, Sten turned his head.
And looked at me.
My heart actually stopped.
He was breathtaking.
Not handsome.
Not pretty.
Something far more dangerous.
Moonlight caught against the sharp planes of his face while silver-blue runes glowed faintly beneath his skin like living constellations.
His dark hair hung wild around his horns, and those luminous cobalt eyes burned with such raw emotion it almost hurt to look at him.
