Page 61 of Yearning For Her

Sighing, Kian moved closer and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “I’m well aware that I cannot buy you, little mortal. I just didn’t know which ones you’d like.”

“You could have asked me.”

“That would’ve spoiled the surprise.” He took hold of her hand and lifted it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. He froze. Nostrils flaring, he inhaled deeply, and his chest rumbled. “Oh, Willow, Willow, Willow.”

She tried to ignore the way his growl made her clit twitch. Brow creasing, she asked, “What?”

“You’ve been having fun without me.” He breathed in again and chuckled, the sound filled with wicked promise. Using his thumb, he raised her finger, and, gaze locked with hers, slid it into his mouth.

Her breath hitched, her eyes flared, and heat pooled between her thighs as he sucked. The desire she’d felt in the shower was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples tightened into hard, aching points. He twirled his tongue around her finger, and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled it out.

“You’re more delicious with every taste,” he purred.

Oh fuck.

Willow yanked her hand from his grasp and wiped it on her shirt. “Okay, um… No more of that.”

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.” He leaned forward until his mouth was beside her ear. “And remember, I know when your words and your wants don’t align, Violet.”

She pointed her finger at him, but when she realized it was that finger, she snatched it back. “There is still such a thing as consent. My body reacts naturally, but that doesn’t mean I’m in agreement.”

Kian hummed and brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “You’ll get there in time.” He retreated a step and spread his arms wide. “Now tell me, my sweet, which flower is your favorite?”

With her skin still tingling where he’d touched her, Willow looked around the room until her eye caught on a bright yellow sunflower. She walked to it, plucked it from the vase, and held it up to Kian, who’d already dropped his arms. “This.”

“Why that one?”

She turned the flower toward herself and gently stroked the petals with her fingertips. “Because looking at it makes me happy.”

He smiled. The expression was subtle, warm, and intimate in a way he’d rarely displayed. And though it did not blaze with his usual passion and lust, it held a different sort of charm—one that could eventually prove even harder to resist. “Then I will be sure to shower you with sunflowers.”

Willow chuckled. “Let’s hold off on the flowers for a little while.”

“Fortunately, I bought you another gift.” Kian’s lips took on that devilish slant. “One wholly unrelated to flowers.”

She slipped the sunflower back into its vase. “Kian, you really, really don’t need to buy me things.”

“And if I were to say that it pleases me to make these offerings to you?”

Willow rubbed her arm and smiled sheepishly. “I guess it’s okay?”

“Hmm. I’ll…moderate my impulses from now on. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.” His eyes swept over her, very slowly, their hunger having returned. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

He reached inside his coat and withdrew a small black box from an interior pocket. Holding the box on his palm, he offered it to her. Pandora’s was emblazoned on the lid in golden script, and the box was too large for Willow to assume it was jewelry.

She accepted it. The box had some weight to it, only further ruling out the possibility of jewelry. Taking hold of the lid, she slid it off and peered inside.

Willow blinked.

No. Is that…? It couldn’t be, could it?

A purple silicone butt plug with a heart-shaped, amethyst gem at the end rested upon a bed of black velvet inside.

“Oh.” It was all she could really say at that moment. Of all the things she might’ve guessed he would give her, this would never have crossed her mind.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Ummm…”

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