Page 113 of Yearning For Her

“My sweet mortal. My mate.” He shifted both hands to her ass. Lifting Willow’s hips as much as her locked legs allowed, he lined up the tip of his cock to her entrance and slammed her against him. His cock plunged deep inside her.

Willow’s lips parted with a silent cry. Pleasure unfolded within her. Her nails bit into his back, and she dug her heels into the backs of his thighs. He was thick and hard, and she could feel his quick, steady pulse, could feel the cool metal of his piercing. But she wanted more. She wanted him deeper.

Kian’s hands flexed, and his claws bit into her skin. His features were strained, with brows pinched and fangs bared. “Fuck, you feel like paradise.” He pumped his hips, grinding against her clit and pushing deeper, further stretching her around him.

Willow moaned. Her slick dripped down her inner thighs, cold against the wind.

“So fucking hot.” He growled, and the sound flowed into her, stimulating her hardened nipples through her dress. “Hold on to me.”

His lips collided with hers. Willow’s thoughts scattered in the wake of that kiss as her and Kian rolled in the air, and he thrust hard into her again. The universe spun around her, but she felt no fear now. All she could focus on was Kian. Every ascent, every dip, and every fierce snap of his hips drove his cock deeper inside her, assailing Willow with surges of ecstasy.

Kian’s mouth ravished hers, bruising and hungry. His lips demanded her submission, his fangs nipped and teased, and his tongue led hers in a dance as passionate as it was punishing.

Everything about this moment was consuming. Everything about it edged her closer and closer to release.

“Kian,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. Her breaths came short and fast.

He pressed his forehead to hers and met her gaze. “Do you feel how well we fit together?” He drove into her with a grunt. “Do you feel how perfect this is?”

Willow whimpered, twitching from the drag of his cock along her clit, from the feel of his piercing stroking her inner walls. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect. And all fucking mine.”

Kian shifted the angle of her pelvis and quickened his pace. Each stroke sent a burst of euphoria through her, each stroke made his eyes flare brighter, each stroke made the heavens tremble. The boundless sky could not contain the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her.

“Cum for me.” Kian flicked his tongue across her lips. “Give me your essence. Open to me. Share with me your lifeforce as I give you mine.”

Yes, her soul whispered.

The pressure inside her erupted. Her body tensed, her pussy clenched, and Willow’s eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back and cried out into the starry night.

Kian’s glowing blue eyes lingered in her vision, filling the darkness behind her eyelids.

“Willow,” he growled. His hold on her strengthened, his claws pricked her flesh, and his shaft swelled an instant before his heat flooded her.

His roar joined her cry, and for an instant, they were no longer flying. Their bodies were suspended in the air, suspended in the universe, truly weightless, truly free.

Then they were falling. The fluttering in Willow’s stomach only amplified her pleasure.

Shuddering, Kian banded his arms around her and cupped the back of her head with one hand, locking Willow in place while his seed spilled into her.

A powerful rush swept through her. That thrilling sensation permeated her body right down to the tips of her fingers and toes, infusing her entire being with utter, inescapable bliss. Though her eyelids remained closed, the afterimages of his eyes only intensified, and she felt something indescribable—a powerful force wrapped around her heart, a force both fierce and gentle, soothing and passionate, possessive and protective.

She felt Kian. Not just his seed, not just his body, but all of him. His heartbeat pulsed through her, his pleasure washed over her, his love encompassed her. Her every nerve tingled with awareness of him. Willow was completely, soulfully lost in her mate.

Her awareness of the world crept back, her every sense gradually recovering. She felt the air speeding past them, felt her dress flapping against her skin. She felt his heat, and his pulsing cock, which was still firmly inside her. She heard their breathing despite the roar of wind, and she was keenly aware of every tiny bit of contact between them.

Somehow, Willow convinced her eyes to open.

She looked up…

Or rather, she looked down.

Her muscles flexed, and her sex clenched for an entirely different reason.

“Kian,” she said, voice high with alarm.

He clutched her tighter and groaned, lips stretching in a dreamy grin.

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