Page 13 of Yearning For Her

Eyes closing in sheer bliss, Willow moaned and cupped his jaw, returning his kiss with equal fervor. His taste was sublime, intoxicating, maddening. She teased his piercings with her tongue before biting his lip. He hissed, and his hand left her jaw to slap down on the mattress beside her as his thrusts grew more powerful.

Pleasured coiled in her belly. He stretched her, filled her, and her sex contracted around him, greedily drawing his cock in. She could feel all of him, even the drag of his piercing along her inner walls.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed her heels into the backs of his thighs, meeting each and every thrust.

But she needed more. Craved more.

Dropping her hands from his face, she pressed her palms to his chest and pushed him to the side, forcing him out of her. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t resist as he fell onto his back. His cock stood straight, glistening with her essence.

She rolled, throwing her leg over him. Kian’s hands were already around her hips, drawing her atop him, the pricks of his sharp nails adding an unexpected thrill to her pleasure. Curling her fingers around the base of his cock, she lowered herself onto him, gasping when he thrust upward. In this position, she took so much more of him.

Willow leaned over Kian, bracing her arms on either side of his head, and undulated her hips. Now he met her every movement, matching her rhythm perfectly. Each stroke drove him deeper than the last and struck a chord in her that sent electric pulses through every nerve in her body.

“Fuck, Willow,” he rasped, his fingers digging into her hips. “Everything. Give. Me. Everything.”

His lips grazed her nipple before he took it into his mouth. With tongue and teeth, he teased that sensitive flesh, sucking, nipping, licking, worshipping.

Willow closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation. Her movements became more urgent, more frenzied, and she felt everything, especially him, so much more intensely than before. Her heart pounded, and her breaths came short and fast.

With a final bite on her breast, Kian released her nipple. “Let me hear you.”

Each shove of his cock into her was punctuated by a moan from Willow and a grunt from him. Kian’s heat, his solidness, his sounds and touch, comprised her whole universe. There was only him, only the things he made her feel. No guilt, no sadness, no pain. Only the excitement, the fulfillment, of being someone’s everything for a little while, of being completely, undeniably wanted.

And she yielded to it all.

She yielded to him.

Willow cried out in sweet agony as rapture blazed through her. The pleasure was pure, all-encompassing, inescapable.

“Kian,” she rasped, body locking up as tremors racked her. He tensed in the same instant, inhaling harshly, and his rhythm faltered. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

His lips were parted, his brow drawn, and his eyes… They seemed to glow an ethereal blue, and she stared into their depths. Willow could feel him—not just his body, but his hunger, his pleasure, his everything. It felt as though part of herself were flowing into Kian, and she was receiving some part of him in return, which nestled, warm and firm, in her chest.

Her climax tore her apart. She threw her head back, eyes snapping shut again, as Kian drove into her with a burst of speed and desperation that only prolonged the pleasure sweeping through her. He growled out his release. She felt a surge of heat bloom within her despite the condom, and her fingers and toes curled into the bedding.

Willow’s arms gave out. She collapsed atop him, her cries muffled against his neck as her sex convulsed and her body quaked. One of his hands rose to cradle the back of her head, while the other shifted to her ass, clutching Willow against him as he ground into her. She rode out her orgasm in his embrace, their hearts pounding in unison.

When his hips finally stilled and the intensity of her pleasure faded, Willow experienced the oddest sensation, a contradictory mix of heaviness and lightness, like she couldn’t move and yet was completely disconnected from her body, free to float away.

Kian’s hand lazily glided up and down her back as his breathing steadied. “I was supposed to give you the best night of your life,” he murmured, voice thick and gravelly. “Knew you were passionate when I first saw you, Willow, but that fire in you… Fuck.”

She opened her eyes and inhaled. The air was heavy with his spicy, carnal fragrance, now mingled the scent of sex.

If only someone saw me as worth keeping.

Four

Willow didn’t move, and Kian seemed to be in no hurry for her to get off. He simply held her, stroking her back, with his cock buried deep inside her. She closed her eyes and pressed her nose against his neck. For a moment, she took comfort in his embrace and let herself pretend that this was real, that she truly mattered to the person holding her.

Kian’s hand went still, his fingers loosened in her hair, and his body relaxed beneath her.

Willow opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head. His hand fell away from her hair to lie limp upon the bed. She blinked, dumbfounded as she stared down at Kian. His face was turned toward her, eyes closed, features gentle in repose.

He fell asleep?

Her brow furrowed. What was she supposed to do? He…he wasn’t supposed to fall asleep! They were supposed to have sex and part ways, that was all.

Well, seems you fucked him into a coma, Willow.

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