Page 111 of Yearning For Her

“Say you are mine.”

She laughed softly. “That seems so simple compared to what you’ve confessed. But yes. I’m yours, Kian.”

His expression was serious, his gaze so focused, so controlled. “I need you to understand what that means, Willow. If you are mine, if we seal our bond, there is no going back. Our souls will be tied forever, and not in the figurative way in which you mortals always speak.”

“It doesn’t change my answer, Kian. So long as you are mine, then I am yours.”

Kian smiled, wide and brilliant, and his blue eyes sparkled with pure, radiant love.

He wrapped his arms around her and dipped his head, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that kindled a fire in her core. His hot tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and Willow opened to him. He teased and coaxed, tasted and seduced, and shivers of desire raced through her, stirring that smoldering heat into a blaze.

And she returned the ravishing kiss with equal passion. Slick gathered between her thighs, and her sex pulsed with a heavy ache.

He crushed her against him. Willow felt his want for her through their clothing, felt the hardness that she longed to have inside her.

She dropped her fingers to the buttons of his shirt, eager to rid him of it so she could feel his bare skin under her palms. But the damned buttons wouldn’t slip through the holes fast enough.

Kian pulled away with a laugh, leaving her lips tingling with want. She squeezed her thighs together as his hands moved toward those buttons. Willow was desperate to touch him again, to kiss him again, to feel every bit of him.

He didn’t waste time. He grasped his shirt and vest in both hands and ripped them open. Several buttons fell onto the tarp underfoot, quickly joined by the torn clothes as he swept them off. Awe briefly overcame her need when his wings materialized behind him, glittering with their own light of. They fanned out.

Instead of returning to her, he stepped to the terrace door and opened it. The breeze swept in, lifting the shimmering white strands of his long hair and making Willow’s dress whip around her thighs. A shiver coursed through her.

Kian held his hand to her. “Fly with me, Violet.”

Willow’s eyes widened as she flicked her gaze past him, to the night sky. “Fly?”

“I won’t let you fall.”

Her heart sped. She wasn’t afraid of heights, but she wasn’t exactly fond of not having the ground beneath her feet either. Except… Willow trusted Kian. She knew he’d never let anything happen to her. Knew she’d be safe.

She smiled and took his hand.

Thirty

Kian’s fingers curled around her hand, and he led her through the doorway. As soon as she was outside, he tugged her body against his, guiding her arms up around his neck before locking her in a firm embrace. He bared his fangs in a mischievous grin.

Willow furrowed her brow. “What’s that look f—”

He leapt into the air.

Willow’s stomach sank. No, sank wasn’t the right word—her stomach plummeted right out of her body. She screamed as air rushed by and her hair whipped into her face. Hooking her thighs around his waist, she clung to Kian with every ounce of strength she could summon.

“Not that I mind when you’re vocal, Violet, but do you want the whole city to hear you?” Kian asked, that smooth, deep voice rumbling into her.

“Not funny, Kian! Oh, my God… Don’t you freaking dare let go!”

His hold on her strengthened. “Never.”

And then their ascent gained even more speed. Willow caught his hair in a desperate attempt to find better purchase, scraping his scalp with her nails, before she shut her eyes and pressed her face against his neck. She whimpered, repeatedly said his name, begged him, cursed him, the words and sounds tumbling out unbidden. It was such a strange sensation—she felt weightless and impossibly heavy all at once, like gravity was dragging her down hard but she was still rising higher and higher.

Apart from the wind and the noises she’d made, it was silent. All the city sounds she would’ve expected were absent. There was just the air, cool against her skin but not cold, and a sense of vastness around her. A sense of the world being so big, so limitless.

“I have you, Willow. You can open your eyes,” Kian said.

Taking in a shaky, fortifying breath, Willow opened her eyes and tentatively peeked over Kian’s shoulder.

She’d flown in planes before, had once looked down on this very city while it glowed beneath the night sky, but the view from that little window was nothing compared to this. Memoree sprawled out far, far below, all of it made tiny by distance. She could see everything for miles around—the towering downtown buildings, the stadiums and parks, the traffic flowing along the streets, the river winding through it all. She could see where the city eased into the suburbs, and the forested hills beyond the city limits.

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