Page 11 of Yearning For Her

“You’re fucking dripping,” Kian growled. He slipped his finger inside her, sinking it deep, and her sex clenched around it. “So hot and tight. So perfect.” While his other hand continued caressing her breast, he pumped his finger in and out of her. His strokes began slowly, torturously so, but with each he built speed and intensity.

Willow undulated her hips, her breath ragged as he ground the heel of his palm on her clit. Pleasure unfurled within her, pouring liquid fire into her veins, growing and growing with every beat of her heart. And his hands responded perfectly, moving ever faster, ever firmer, keeping her just on the edge.

“Kian,” she moaned.

“Do you feel how greedy your body is for this?” he asked, his breath warm against her temple. “Feel how hungry your cunt is for me?” He added a second finger, thrust them hard and deep inside her, and held them there, possessively cupping her with his hand.

Willow nearly wept with need. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy clenched, aching for more. She wriggled against him, rubbing his rigid cock against her back.

Kian groaned, chest rumbling. “I can only imagine what you’ll feel like around my cock.”

Willow turned her face toward him. Those icy blue eyes, ablaze with so much heat, met hers. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Without a thought, she reached up, grasped his hair, and dragged him closer, touching her lips to his.

Kian stilled, and his grip on her tightened. Then his mouth molded to hers. His lips caressed and teased, soon joined by his tongue, which demanded entry. And Willow opened to him. Another rolling, sensuous sound vibrated from his chest. His tongue coaxed hers into a languid dance the likes of which she’d never experienced. That quickly, he seized control of the kiss, deepening it.

The things he did with his mouth and tongue might’ve made that kiss alone enough to bring her to climax—if his fingers hadn’t already slipped from her depths to circle her clit.

Willow gasped against his mouth. She clenched his hair as she rocked her hips helplessly, every slick stroke of his fingers adding a new layer to her pleasure, a new intensity that made her skin thrum and her knees tremble.

“Kian,” she whimpered, brows drawn low, thighs quivering and weak.

“Let go. Cum sweetly for me, Willow.” As he spoke her name, he increased the pressure on her clit. It was a small change, a subtle change, but he might as well have shifted the ground beneath her feet for the earthquake it triggered within her.

Willow squeezed her eyes shut, and her body went taut. Kian recaptured her lips with his, swallowing her broken, silent cry. Sparks flashed behind her eyelids as ecstasy crashed through her. And Kian did not relent. He played her with his fingers, coaxing melodious notes from her very soul, conducting a symphony of sensation that utterly consumed her. She came again and again, her essence soon soaking her underwear and dripping down her thighs.

When her legs gave out, Kian wrapped an arm around her middle to support her and stilled his hand.

Panting, Willow clung to him with her face buried against his chest, her body quivering, and her pussy pulsing with the aftershocks. “That… That was…”

“Only the beginning,” he said.

She lifted her head to look up at him. “What?”

Grinning, he withdrew his fingers from her sex and raised them. They were coated with her slick. “We’re not done yet.” He ran his tongue over his fingers before taking them into his mouth.

Her eyes flared.

Kian hummed as he slid his fingers free, sucking them clean. “You taste even better than you smell, Violet.” He skimmed his nail along her jaw. “And I plan to have my tongue in that sweet cunt next.”

Willow’s mouth went dry. No one had ever talked to her like Kian did. No one had ever said things like…like that. It was so filthy, and yet so freaking arousing.

“Now”—Kian grasped her panties with his other hand—“take these off and get on the bed.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Good girl.”

Her belly fluttered at the praise.

Willow straightened and stepped away from Kian when he released her. Her legs were still unsteady, but she managed to turn and walk the few steps it took to reach the bed. She slipped off her heels, hooked her underwear with her thumbs, and pushed them down her legs. When she felt how wet she was, she blushed anew. She never thought she could orgasm so hard from fingers alone. That she’d…

Oh God, he’d made her squirt.

Eli never—

Stop. Do not think of him, Willow.

No, she wouldn’t let anything ruin this moment, this night, for her.

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