Page 32 of Yearning For Her

“Fae,” he replied. Even his voice was different—deeper, more layered, impossibly sultrier. “I’m an incubus.”

An incubus? A freaking sex demon? No, this couldn’t be happening. She had to be dreaming, had to be hallucinating.

Willow covered her eyes with her hands. “This is crazy.” She parted her fingers to peek at Kian. “No, no, no. You still look like that.”

“You’re not seeing things, Violet. This is real.” His fingers, tipped not with long, painted nails but black claws, brushed her hands aside, caught her chin, and tilted her face up toward his. “This is me.”

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked in a quiet voice, her heart racing. “Suck my soul out through my—” Willow’s cheeks blazed, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but they were blocked by his knee.

“I’m a fae, Willow, not a fucking demon,” he said.

“But you said you’re an incubus. Isn’t that a…a fucking demon?”

“No. Unsurprisingly, humans are wrong about that. And you should be glad. Demons are usually real pieces of shit.”

Fae and demons. They were real. Really, really real. And there was one standing in front of her, touching her.

And she’d had sex with him.

Holy shit.

Willow flattened her palms against his chest. His heart thumped beneath them. “W-what do you want?”

A low, satisfied hum rumbled out of him. “You, Willow. I want you. I need you.”

“I don’t understand. Why me?”

The corners of his mouth ticked down. “That taste of you has turned all else to ash upon my tongue. I haven’t been able to feed since that night, Willow. Haven’t been able to think of anyone but you.”

He shifted his knee, pressing it to her sex, and ground it against her clit. A bolt of pleasure zipped through her. Willow whimpered and clutched the fabric of his shirt in both hands.

Kian’s eyes brightened, his head tipped back, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

Her breath quickened as a delightful shiver ran through her. Willow bit her lip to stifle a moan, and her eyelids nearly drifted shut as he continued that torturous grind against her clit. Heat slickened her core.

Stop. This needs to stop.

She dropped a hand between their bodies, pushed down on his leg, and stood on her toes, lifting off his knee. “So you want sex.”

His thumb slid up to trail just under her mouth in a touch so delicate, so fiery, that it was nearly Willow’s undoing. “I want your pleasure. I want you to writhe in ecstasy, to scream my name, to claw at my skin. I want you to come undone. And then I want to do it again, and again, and again, because you have made me yearn like never before.”

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It would’ve been so easy to say yes. To succumb to the passion, the lust, the fantasy he personified. Because amazing was too mild a word for what they’d shared that night, weeks ago. It had been…indescribable.

And he needed Willow. No one had ever been so desperate to have her, no one had ever pursued her like this. It was thrilling, if a little frightening.

But Willow knew that sex would never be enough. It never was. She knew she’d long for more. She did long for more, so much more. She wanted love.

That Kian was an incubus made this whole situation a thousand times worse. How many other people had he slept with? How vast was his hunger, his lust? How long before Willow simply wasn’t enough? She couldn’t throw herself into this knowing that he’d abandon her as soon as he was bored, knowing that his very nature was likely to lead him astray.

She was not willing to expose herself to that hurt.

Willow shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Violet,” he purred, “we both know you can.”

“No, Kian.”

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