My thighs clenched hard.
Heat pulsed low between my legs with aching insistence.
Would his skin feel this hot everywhere?
Would his huge body completely overwhelm mine?
Would those strong hands pin my wrists above my head while that devastating mouth kissed me senseless all over again?
The thought alone made my stomach tighten.
I whimpered softly, pressing my forehead against the cool windowpane while searching the darkness outside for any sign of him.
Nothing.
Only shadows.
Only the glowing auroras stretching across the skies of Asgarheim.
And somehow that made the longing worse.
Because now I knew exactly what I was missing.
Sten.
My beautiful, terrifying celestial Monster.
Gods.
What a way to ruin a woman forever.
My pulse throbbed between my thighs as I pushed away from the window and crossed slowly toward my bed.
I shouldn’t.
I absolutely should not.
This was already spiraling far too fast.
But the second I sat down, the memory of his mouth hit me all over again, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
“Luna,” I whispered under my breath, mimicking the rough way he said it.
Heat flashed through me instantly.
Oh no.
That was unfair.
I sank backward onto the mattress with a shaky exhale, staring up at the dark ceiling while my body practically vibrated with frustrated need.
I wanted him.
Not vaguely.
Not just romantically.
Physically.
