Chapter 10-Amrin #2
There had been a few hookups in my twenties—lonely, fumbling attempts to feel wanted for one night at a time.
Men who touched me without ever really seeing me.
Men who liked my body well enough in dark rooms but never stayed long enough to know my favorite color or the way I bit my lip when nervous.
None of it had meant anything.
Not really.
Not compared to this.
Because kissing Sten hadn’t felt like experience.
It felt like awakening.
Like every touch before him had been muted somehow, dulled by comparison, and only now was I understanding what desire was actually supposed to feel like.
Gods.
One kiss from that Monster and suddenly my entire body felt hypersensitive.
Aware.
Alive in ways it had never been before.
I could still feel him everywhere.
His hands on my waist.
His tail tightening possessively around me.
The rough slide of his tongue against mine.
The growl that vibrated through his chest when I moaned into his mouth.
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.
Desperately.
And maybe that should have frightened me more than it did.
But every time I replayed the kiss in my head, all I felt was hunger.
The good kind.
The kind that made your blood warm and your thoughts hazy.
My hand drifted slowly down my stomach almost without permission.
Fuck.
This was ridiculous.
One kiss.
One impossibly perfect kiss and suddenly I was lying in bed touching myself like a hormonal teenager.
But it didn’t feel ridiculous.
It felt inevitable.
My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, and the first brush between my thighs made me gasp softly.
My pussy was hot.
And wet.
Embarrassingly so.
All because of him.
Because Sten had looked at me like he wanted me.
Like my body was something to savor instead of settle for.
The memory nearly undid me.
I closed my eyes and imagined him above me again.
Huge.
Warm.
Dangerous.
Those glowing eyes fixed on mine while his tail curled possessively around my thigh.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
My fingers circled slowly, and pleasure sparked instantly through my body, sharp enough to arch my back against the mattress.
Everything felt too sensitive.
Every touch too intense.
Like Sten had somehow awakened nerve endings I didn’t know existed.
I imagined his mouth at my throat.
His growling voice in my ear.
The rough slide of his tongue against mine.
My hips rocked helplessly into my own hand.
I pushed two fingers inside, pumping them in and out.
Next, I used my own slick to rub my clit in hard little circles.
Gods.
No one had ever made me feel like this before.
Wanted.
Desired.
Chosen.
The realization alone nearly made me emotional.
Because beneath all the lust and aching need was something even more dangerous:
Hope.
I wanted him to keep looking at me that way.
Wanted more kisses.
More touches.
More of whatever impossible thing was building between us beneath the dark skies of Runevald.
My breath quickened as pleasure coiled tighter low in my stomach.
I imagined his big hands spreading my thighs.
Imagined the rough praise in his voice if he saw how wet he’d made me.
The thought shattered something inside me.
Pleasure crashed through my body suddenly and hard, stealing the breath from my lungs as I came with a muffled cry into the darkness of my empty dorm room.
Heat rushed through me in waves while my thighs trembled around my hand.
And through all of it—all I could think about was him.
Sten.
My Monster.
Mine.
The possessive thought startled me even as exhaustion slowly settled into my bones afterward.
I stared up at the glowing auroras outside my window, chest still heaving softly.
Then laughed weakly at myself.
One kiss.
That was all it had taken.
One devastating kiss from a celestial Monster beneath the skies of Asgarheim Runevald Institute—and I was completely ruined for anyone else.