Page 90 of Yearning For Her

His head swooped down, and he bit her ass cheek, making her yelp. Even that made her clit twitch in anticipation.

“I love it when you say my name.” He settled his claws lightly over her spine and skimmed them down toward her ass. “But I want to hear you scream it.”

Upturning the bottle of lube, he drizzled a generous amount down her crack and slid his finger to her rosette, circling it, gently pressing against it. Willow curled her fingers into the bedding and clenched her anus against the intrusion.

“Ah, ah, Willow. You need to relax.” Setting the bottle aside, Kian reached around her with his other hand and cupped her pussy, dragging his fingers through her slit. He growled. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

He found her clit and stroked it. Pleasure unfurled inside her, and her breaths came in soft pants as she rocked against his hand. The heat in her core flared, spreading through her veins, gathering under her skin to make every part of her ache for more.

Willow closed her eyes and moaned, giving herself over to the building sensations, to his masterful ministrations.

Kian continued circling her clit. “The way you move…” He pressed tender kisses along her back. “I never knew I could need someone as badly as I need you, Violet.”

“Mmm.” Her thighs quaked, and her skin tingled. She rasped his name as she edged closer and closer to her peak.

All too soon, he stopped, withdrawing his hand.

Her eyes flashed open. “No!”

Kian chuckled and flattened his palm on her upper back, urging her down onto the bed with her ass in the air. “Not yet, my passionate little mortal.”

A low buzzing noise filled her ears.

Oh God, this is really happening.

More lube dribbled onto her, dripping down her ass and to her sex. And then she felt it—the blunt tip of the vibrator against her anus. She gasped, eyes flaring, and squeezed the bedding in her fists as Kian pressed the toy in. The vibrations pulsed through her, pleasurable and intense, making her clit throb. They were also a welcome distraction, redirecting her focus from the pressure and burn as the plug stretched her.

“That’s a good girl,” Kian said, one hand massaging her ass as he continued to slowly work the butt plug into her. “A little more.”

Willow panted and pressed her forehead onto the bed, trying her best to keep her body relaxed. Her pussy contracted as the vibrations buzzed through her pelvis. It was such an odd yet exhilarating sensation, and she never would’ve imagined it would feel so good.

When Kian inserted the rest of the plug, Willow moaned. The pressure, the stretch, the vibrations—her every nerve was alight. She was close to coming again. So, so close.

Kian settled his hands on her hips and stroked her backside with his thumbs. “Your ass is beautiful, Willow.”

“Kian, please,” she breathed. “I need you inside me.”

“You beg so sweetly.”

One of his hands fell away, and he soon dragged the broad head of his cock along her sex, stroking her clit with his piercing.

Then he pressed the head against her opening. With torturous, deliberate slowness, he pushed into her, making her feel every glorious inch of his shaft until she’d taken all of him.

She moaned, she whimpered, she took quick, shallow breaths and clutched the bedding, overcome by the sensation of utter fullness.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good. I could stay inside you forever.” Kian flexed his fingers, pricking her skin. The pain only heightened the pleasure enveloping her. He growled deep and low. “But I need to fuck you.”

“Yes. Please. I can’t…” Willow pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper. “Kian, I can’t take it anymore.”

He groaned.

“You’re mine, Willow. All fucking mine.” Kian drew back.

The slide of his shaft, coupled with the merciless pulsing of the vibrator, made Willow’s legs too weak to support her, but his strong hands allowed her no escape. With a deft yank on her hips, he drove deeper into her than ever. Willow’s body rocked, and a breathless, soundless cry escaped her throat.

Before she could recover, he pounded into her again and again, setting a brutal pace that hardly gave her a chance to breathe. He did all the work—he held her up, he pulled her to meet his every thrust, he kept her body in motion. She was at his mercy, and God, was it bliss.

Pleasure coiled in her core, winding tighter and tighter and yet expanding to permeate her entire body, her mind, her soul. She couldn’t think, couldn’t see. All she could do was feel. And Kian’s expert movements ensured she felt everything.

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