Page 12 of Yearning For Her

She crawled onto the bed and turned to sit with knees bent and legs closed.

Kian toed off his boots and stepped closer to the bed, dipping a hand into his pocket. He withdrew a wrapped condom, which he tossed onto the comforter beside Willow, and then moved those wicked fingers to his belt. Willow’s eyes fell to the prominent bulge at his crotch. Despite all the pleasure he’d already given her, that hollowness in her core was only greater now—her want for more, for him, had only grown.

Willow watched raptly as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Once his pants were open, he shoved them, along with his boxers, down.

He stood, and her eyes widened. His cock was long, thick, and hard, and there, at the tip, it was pierced with a silver captive bead ring.

She curled her fingers into the bedding as he wrapped a hand around his shaft and hissed.

“Keep looking at it like that, Violet.” He pumped his hand, and a bead of a cum gathered on the end of his cock.

Willow’s pussy clenched, and that emptiness within her expanded. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She had a sudden urge to taste him, to run her tongue along his shaft, to tease its head, slit, and piercing. To take him into her mouth. But the need at her core was far stronger.

She wanted him inside her.

“I see that hunger. I can fucking feel it,” he said, releasing his cock. Bracing a knee on the edge of the bed, he bent forward, planted a hand on the comforter, and settled his other palm on her thigh. “But mine is far greater.”

His fingertips brushed the lace of her thigh band and smiled. “I like these, Willow.”

The material wasn’t nearly enough to shield her from the thrilling heat of his touch.

He eased closer. Kian’s long, pale hair hung over one shoulder, and his features looked absolutely predatory as he curled his fingers around her thighs and forced her legs apart, baring her sex. He groaned and spread her legs farther.

Kian lowered his head. For an instant, there was only the caress of his warm breath on her most sensitive flesh, making her shiver. Then his tongue lapped at her from bottom to top. When its tip brushed over her clit, she was hit with such a rush of sensation that her arms gave out. She fell onto her back and moaned.

But that first touch wasn’t even a fraction of what he had in store for her. Using lips and tongue, using his breath itself, Kian lavished Willow with ecstasy. She writhed, her body’s movements entirely out of her control. He clamped his arms around her legs and pinned her in place. When he growled against her, the sound pulsed straight to her core, and she clutched at the bedding as her hips bucked and desperate cries escaped her throat.

He pushed her thighs wider and pressed his mouth over her pussy. His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked.

Everything within Willow went taut. One of her hands darted to his head, grasping a fistful of his hair, and her back arched off the bed as another powerful climax wracked her. She sucked in a breath that couldn’t possibly fill her lungs as liquid heat rushed out of her. And Kian drank it all greedily.

He relented long enough for her to collapse, panting, before he shook off her hold and lifted his face, shoving himself up. He reached aside, plucked up the condom, and brought it to his mouth. His other hand had already grasped his cock as he tore the packet open with his teeth, letting out a snarl that sent another shiver through Willow.

With a careless flick, Kian tossed the wrapper aside. He rolled the condom over his shaft.

His gaze met and held Willow’s as he moved his body over her, arms caging her in, hips nestling between her thighs. His hair fell forward, tickling her shoulder. Willow flattened her palms on his abdomen and smoothed them up, relishing the feel of his heated skin, of his firm muscles. Her thumbs grazed his pierced nipples.

Chest rumbling, Kian bared his teeth and flexed his hips, pressing the blunted head of his cock to her entrance. Her heart quickened.

“Tonight, you’re mine.” He thrust forward, driving himself inside her to the hilt.

Willow’s head tilted back as pleasure arced through her. Her lips parted in a gasp and her fingers curled, nails digging into his chest, but her gaze did not leave his. Kian’s eyes burned, somehow dark and forbidding and yet bright and alluring at once. They were the kind of eyes that could consume her. The kind of eyes she was tempted to helplessly, happily throw herself into.

His expression softened, becoming faintly thoughtful. “Ah, my little Violet, how you shine.” He lifted a hand and brushed the back of a finger down her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”

Those words wrapped around Willow’s heart and squeezed.

She felt closer to Kian in that moment than she had to anyone in all her life, and all she knew about him was his name.

This is supposed to be a one-night stand. It’s not supposed to mean anything.

Tonight was about pleasure, not connection. She couldn’t allow herself to get emotionally attached.

But she couldn’t stop herself from reaching up to affectionately trace his brow.

His pupils dilated, and his breath caught.

“Fuck,” Kian snarled. Capturing her jaw in hand, he slanted his mouth over hers, drew his hips back, and slammed his cock into her again, making her whimper. He ravished her mouth as thoroughly as he did her body, his demanding lips setting her aflame with desire.

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