Page 100 of Yearning For Her

“Not from anything humans make.”

“So you have your own fairy drinks?” She took another sip of her daiquiri.

He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “We do. Fae wines are finer, sweeter, more complex, and more nuanced than anything mortals can dream.”

“Can humans drink it?”

“It’s not a question of can, Violet, but should. And I wouldn’t advise it. They can be…unpredictable.”

“How so?”

“They might intoxicate you. They might also drive you mad with desire, or lull you into a years-long sleep. They might compel you to share your darkest secrets or obey every command you are given. They might make you forget…everything.”

Willow’s eyes rounded. “Wow. Okay. Don’t drink alcohol in fairy land. Got it.”

Kian chuckled. “I think it’s best you never find yourself in fairy land to begin with. You can only trust the drinks as much as you can trust the fae offering them—which is not at all.”

She leaned closer to him, tipping her head back. “Can I trust you, Kian?”

His gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth rose in a subtle, tender smile. He cupped her jaw and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Yes.”

Willow’s heart flipped, and she turned her face to kiss the pad of his thumb. She lifted her glass to his lips. “Here. Try it. It won’t steal your soul.”

He halted the glass by curling his hand around hers. “It couldn’t possibly. That’s already yours.”

She didn’t resist when he guided the daiquiri to her mouth, making her drink. As soon as the glass was lowered, Kian dipped his face, pressing his lips to hers. His tongue trailed across the seam of her mouth before he sucked on her lower lip. The drink was all the sweeter this way.

His chest rumbled with an appreciative growl. “Maybe it won’t steal my soul, but I am feeling another effect.” He released her hand, dropping it to her ass, and tugged her firmly against him.

Willow gasped, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal through her dress.

Kian skimmed his lips along her jaw and brushed them over her neck, just beneath her ear. “Shall we dance, little mortal?”

His breath was warm on her skin, which tingled everywhere he touched. Her nipples tightened, and that heat in her core intensified. She knew he felt her desire. She knew he understood it was just for him.

Pulling back, she downed the rest of her daiquiri in one big gulp and set the glass atop the bar a little harder than she’d intended. That didn’t stop her from grabbing the front of Kian’s vest and dragging him toward the dance floor.

He stumbled behind her and let out a deep, devilish laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Twenty-Seven

The dance floor was chaotic and hazy, dominated by gyrating bodies and blurred faces. Flashing overhead lights cast neon glows on the dancers and created deep shadows between them. Everything was perpetually moving, perpetually changing, but there was one constant—Kian. He was there the whole time, always with Willow, always touching her. And he was all she focused on. However big the crowd around them, she only really saw him.

The music had long ago become something she felt more than heard. It pulsed over her skin, through her veins, in her bones, in her soul. She moved to it without inhibition, knowing that Kian was moving with her. Knowing they were in sync.

Their bodies fit together, flowed together, every sensual motion answered by another. It was a perfect balance—an intimate push and pull that felt tantalizingly close to sex.

Kian grasped her hips and tugged her ass against him, banding an arm around her middle to keep her in place as their hips swayed to the beat. He brought his other hand up to her throat, tipping her head back against his chest and forcing her eyes to meet his.

In that moment, there was only Willow and Kian. Everything else, the whole world, faded away. It was just the two of them, their bodies, their passion. The fires blazing in his eyes mirrored those at her core. But there was so much more than hunger in his gaze, so much more than the lust consuming them both.

He looked at her like she was the only star in the sky on the darkest of nights.

Like she was all that existed in his universe.

The intensity of it stole her breath. A surge of overwhelming emotion flooded her, constricting her chest and making her heart stutter. It was too much. It was frightening.

It was…love.

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