Page 115 of Yearning For Her

For centuries, he’d experienced the world through the wants of everyone around him. He’d never had the luxury of being able to want—feeding had been a need that could not be ignored. Incubi and succubae were beings of desire and lust, but what had Kian truly understood about either, apart from how to manipulate them, how to take advantage of them?

Despite all the emotions he’d felt from mortals, despite all their desires and dreams pulsing in the air around him every day, he’d never truly understood because he’d never wanted anything himself.

Or at least, he’d never realized what he wanted. He’d buried his true desires deep in his heart when he’d crossed into the mortal world. So deep that he’d all but forgotten them until her.

Never would he have guessed that anyone, especially a mortal, could make him feel so much, so intensely. Never would he have guessed that he could feel so protective and possessive of someone, that he’d be willing to do anything for her.

Before he met his mate, Kian never would’ve believed he could be so consumed by anyone or anything.

His life had been defined by fleeting encounters, by shallow connections formed and severed with equal swiftness. And he would have laughed at anyone who suggested he would want to form any sort of lasting attachment. Why would he want to fall for another person, to lose himself in them? Why would he want to give all of himself to one person when he could sample from anyone, anywhere, as he pleased?

The very notion had been unfathomable. Impossible.

Yet here he sat, happy. Fulfilled. In love. He couldn’t imagine things being different, and he didn’t even want to try.

He hadn’t lied to Willow. Everything he needed was right here.

She stirred again, stretching her arm around him and shifting closer. The hard buds of her nipples brushed his side, and heat radiated from her sex, warming his thigh. When he inhaled, the air was perfumed with her arousal.

A low, strained groan sounded in his throat, and his cock twitched, hardening with each beat of his heart.

My mate needs to sleep.

Though she still did not wake, her leg inched higher, moving closer to his aching cock.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. She’d had a few hours of sleep, and there’d be time for her to get a few more in before sunrise. That’d be more than worth it to remind her that she was his…

And that he felt her every desire, whether from her conscious thoughts or her dreams.

Slowly, he slid down, flattening his back on the mattress. Willow whimpered as his movement disturbed her, but her eyes remained closed. Sliding an arm under her head to support it, he scooted lower and turned onto his side, facing her. His eyes cast a soft blue glow on her face.

His hand glided between their bodies, grazing her smooth, warm skin, until he found her cunt. He slipped a finger between her folds and groaned again.

She was already wet.

He stroked her gently, teasing every bit of flesh around her clit with his fingertips, and watched as the tiniest creasing of her brow broke the serenity on her face.

Her fingers curled, raking her nails on his back, as her expression tightened further. Her lips parted. Still he caressed her sensitive flesh, drinking in the growing scent of her essence. Soon, her hips were rolling with his movements.

Her eyelids fluttered open. The light from his eyes only intensified the gleam of lust in hers.

Willow smiled and let out a breathless chuckle that was cut short by a moan. “Mmm. Not a bad way to be woken up.”

Grinning, Kian lifted her leg over his hip and pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. He slowly pushed into her. “Ah, my sweet mate, it’s about to get much, much better.”

Thirty-Two

Willow woke with a sense of heavy contentment, but she didn’t open her eyes. Not yet. She wanted to bask in Kian’s heat, to relish the feel of his body against hers, the feel of his arm wrapped around her, his palm on her breast, his breath tickling her hair. She wanted to fill her lungs with his alluring scent.

She also wanted to contemplate this feeling in her heart. It was strange, too large for the space it filled, but it was also…comforting. It was right. Gentle and caressing but firm and supportive, solid, dependable. And that feeling assured her that there was someone to catch her if she fell. That there was someone she could turn to when she was afraid or uncertain, someone who would shield her from the darkness and pain.

It was love. A love that had been fully expressed, fully accepted, fully reciprocated.

Willow smiled. Her body was languid and sore, but it was a good kind of soreness. A really good kind of soreness.

I think I’ve had more sex in the last week than I have in my entire life.

It had also been the best sex she’d ever had in her life. She’d even had sex while flying. Flying!

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