Page 88 of Yearning For Her

It was the same shimmery blue-white she’d seen that first night. She hadn’t questioned it then, had thought it must’ve been due to lubricant from the condom, but no. It was him.

Because of course he’d have magical cum.

Willow smiled and toyed with his piercing, teasing him, enjoying every hitch of his breath, every twitch of his body, every quiver of his eyelids. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth and sucking.

And oh God, he tasted sublime. She moaned. His seed was sweet and heady, an erotic drug that she craved more of.

His wings snapped out, brushing across the bed as they shuddered.

“Fuck!” Kian growled through bared fangs.

The ache in Willow’s core expanded, permeating her with heat. She felt her slick trickling down to wet her inner thighs. His taste, his reactions, and the raw desire in his eyes fanned the flames of her arousal, making them hot enough to consume her.

Keeping her lips tight around his throbbing shaft, Willow took him in deeper. She worked his length, steadily gliding her mouth up and down, pumping her fist at his base to ensure she pleasured every part of his cock.

Kian lifted a hand and delved his fingers into her hair. His breaths grew ragged, and the glow of his glittering blue eyes brightened. His head had dipped back a few times, dark lashes fluttering, but he fought to keep his eyes open, seemingly unwilling to take them off her.

Willow quickened her rhythm, dragging her tongue along his cock with every upward pull of her mouth, flicking his piercing when she reached the head. Her clit throbbed, but she didn’t succumb to the temptation to touch herself. This was about Kian. This was about his pleasure.

Raising his knee, he undulated his hips. “Gods, Willow. Your mouth. Fuck, don’t stop.”

Stretching her lips farther, she took him deeper still, uncaring of the discomfort in her jaw. Willow wanted this. She wanted to give him this. And she wanted to taste more of him, wanted all of him. Her teeth nicked him, and he hissed, but he guided her head to keep going.

Finally, she pulled back to focus on the top of his cock, sucking with fast, shallow motions.

The scrape of his claws against her scalp was a thrill that only urged her on faster. Muscles trembling with tension, he lifted his hips off the mattress, bucking them erratically while holding her head firmly in place. And she took every bit of him.

He drew in a stuttering breath. His abs rippled as a larger tremor rocked him from head to toe, and he drove his pelvis forward.

Kian growled her name as his hot seed burst into her mouth and spilled down her throat. His wings stretched beyond the edges of the bed, quivering, their flecks of blue and green sparkling in the early morning light to make the room just a little brighter.

Willow pulled back slightly and rapidly stroked the base of his shaft, milking him for all he had, greedily drinking his otherworldly sweetness. She needed more of it, more of him. She would never get enough.

Every slight change of pressure from her lips, tongue, and fingers triggered a new spasm in him, a new explosion, and stole his breath. Her slick ran freely between her thighs. Knowing that she could give this inhuman being such immense pleasure that he was left completely at her mercy was more arousing than anything she’d experienced.

When his climax eased, Kian collapsed atop the bed. Willow slowly slid her mouth up. He shuddered at the movement, eyelids again fluttering, and muttered, “Fuck.”

Once his cock was out of her mouth, she glanced down at it. His glistening shaft throbbed in the air, a steel rod wrapped in the smooth velvet of his skin. She slipped her tongue out and ran its tip from his balls all the way up to the piercing again.

Another drop of cum seeped from his slit. She caught it on her tongue and moaned as she swallowed it. She couldn’t get enough of his taste.

He laughed shakily, chest heaving as he panted. Smiling, Willow licked her lips and glanced up at his face.

Kian’s eyes met hers. The ravenousness of his stare sent a jolt straight to her pussy.

Before she could act, he released her hair, sat up, and grasped her under her arms. She let out a delighted laugh as he dragged her over him, the sound cut short by his lips slamming against hers in a kiss that immediately forced her eyes shut.

She leaned atop him, melting against his hard body, and lost herself in the kiss as his lips and tongue caressed hers, taking her taste—and his—into his mouth.

Cupping her jaw in his hand, he broke the kiss. Willow opened her eyes to look down at him. Though his usual gleam of sensual mischief remained absent, his gaze retained that scorching heat, now tempered by something deeper.

“No one has ever put my pleasure before theirs,” he rasped, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “No one has ever tended to my wants, my needs. No one but you, Willow.”

Willow frowned, combing her fingers through his hair. “How is that possible?”

A wistful gleam entered his eyes. “Because no one cared, myself included. Until you.”

It was only then that she realized just how lonely his existence had been, and her heart broke for him. To have lived for so many years and been involved with so many people without anyone caring enough to consider anything other than what he could give them…

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