Page 112 of Yearning For Her

Above it all, the sky stretched into infinity. Soft gray clouds drifted amongst the glimmering stars, but nothing was so bright as the full moon, which hung round and huge over the city.

Her gaze shifted to Kian. His wings were shimmering blurs, moving faster than her eyes could perceive, and his skin was pure alabaster under the moonlight. With that silver glow cast upon him, and his silken hair flowing in the wind, he looked more ethereal than ever before.

He looked more beautiful than ever before.

And his eyes were upon her with all his intensity, all his love, as if the marvelous view didn’t exist. As if the world didn’t exist.

“I never realized it, but I wished for you long, long ago,” he said. “When I first crossed into this realm, I felt that hollowness inside myself. Felt that missing piece. I saw mortals living, feeling, loving, and I wished to feel it for myself. To have a mate who could fill that emptiness, who could make me feel all the things I sensed around me every day. I wished for you, hundreds of years before you ever existed. And even if I’d had to wait ten thousand years, it would have been worth it.”

Warmth unfurled in her chest and spread through her limbs, chasing away the night chill. She tightened her hold on him. Her eyes burned again, threatening new tears—as if she hadn’t shed enough already tonight. “I wished for you too, before I ever knew you were possible. And I’d suffer through all the pain, rejection, and heartache again and again, just to have a single night with you.” She brushed her lips across his. “I love you, Kian.”

“Arythion.” His voice rippled with power, and that word flowed into Willow, warming her further and making her skin tingle.

Willow raised her head. “What?”

“My true name is Arythion Shyrik. I freely offer it to you now, Willow Ava Crowley. Keep it in your heart forever, and let it serve as the thread that binds our souls together as we forge our bond with blood, seed, and lifeforce.”

That power increased, thrumming through her. Something compelled her to repeat those words, but it wasn’t his magic—it was from within herself. It was that sense of rightness, of…destiny. She’d always been meant to speak those words to him at this moment.

“I, Willow Ava Crowley, give my name to you, Arythion Shyrik, to keep in your heart forever. Let it serve as the thread that binds our souls together as we forge our bond with blood, seed, and lifeforce.”

“Ah, Violet.” He leaned farther back, allowing more of her weight to settle upon his body. “Give me your hand.”

Willow pointedly glanced down. Far, far below, the city streets lazily rolled by as Kian flew backward.

Kian chuckled. “Trust me. I will never let you go.”

Pressing her lips together, she slowly withdrew an arm from around his neck. Even when he released his hold with his own arm, she felt solid, secure, safe. He gently grasped her hand, his thumb sweeping across her palm until the tip of his claw touched the pad of her thumb.

He stared into her eyes. “Blood.”

She felt his unspoken question—are you ready?

Willow nodded.

He flicked his claw across her skin. She started at the flash of pain. Before any blood had flowed from the wound, he partly released her hand to slice his forefinger claw over his own thumb. Crimson welled on their skin, glistening in the moonlight. The sting of Willow’s cut flared just before he pressed his thumb over it.

The pain vanished instantly.

Kian smiled. “As for the rest…”

Seed and lifeforce.

Willow’s eyes widened even as her sex clenched in response to his tantalizing implication. “Out here?”

“By light of moon and stars, Willow, I will make you mine.” Kian drew her thumb to his mouth, slipped it between his lips, and soothed it with his tongue before slowly pulling it out and releasing her hand. He smoothed his palm down her body, stroking every curve, until it reached her thigh. “Now be a good girl and free my cock.”

He gathered her skirt in his hand, tugging it up. Those clever fingers hooked her panties and forced them aside, baring her sex, before delving into her slick folds.

Willow’s breath hitched, and she clenched his shoulder as sensation rippled through her. This couldn’t be real, couldn’t be anything but a dream, and she didn’t care. If it was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up. She never wanted this to end.

Staring into his blazing eyes, she glided her hand down his chest, following the familiar muscles of his abs down to his waistband. Her thighs quivered as his fingers teased her pussy, but she held them tight around his hips as she unfastened his pants. Once the garment was open, she dipped her hand in, grasped his hot, throbbing cock, and pulled it out.

Kian growled, increasing the pressure on her clit. Willow whimpered. Pleasure coiled in her belly, and her core cramped with need.

“Not yet, my love,” he rasped, stilling his fingers. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. Not until your cunt is filled with my seed.”

Her pussy clenched, eager for that promised seed. Eager for him. She looped her arms back around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest. “Kian, please. I need you.”

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