Page 45 of Yearning For Her

She peeked up at him. “You’re impossible.”

Yet she didn’t shrug off his arm as they stepped away from the window to await their food. If anything, he could’ve sworn she moved just a tiny bit closer. And she fit so perfectly there, so naturally, like their bodies were made to be together no matter the position.

Gods, there were so many positions he longed to try with her… So many ways he longed to coax every drop of pleasure from his human.

The absurdity of the situation struck Kian anew in that moment. An incubus on a date with a mortal, getting cheeseburgers and milkshakes. Standing together. Smiling. Happy.

Though there were people everywhere, surrounding Kian with a storm of desires of varying power and insistence, he didn’t notice any of them. The unrelenting tide of emotions that always assaulted him could be tuned out with adequate concentration, but he didn’t have to concentrate when he was with Willow. She held his focus so wholly that everything else just faded away.

As much as he wanted more from her, this was…pleasant.

Then their order number was called, and the spell shattered. Willow deftly slipped out of his loose hold and returned to the counter to pick up their tray of food. After asking for some sauces and extra napkins, she met Kian’s gaze, beckoned him with a nod, and walked to an empty table, where she sat down.

Kian seated himself across from her, bending a bit awkwardly to get his long legs over the bench and under the table.

“Here,” she said, placing a wrapped burger, a cardboard tray of fries, and a tall foam cup in front of him. She unwrapped the straws and poked them into both the drink lids.

He stared down at the food. “What am I meant to do with this?”

“Um, you eat it. You just pick it up and put it in your mouth.”

Resting his elbows on the table, Kian leaned toward Willow and grinned. “How about I put my mouth on you instead?”

She blushed, and he felt a rush of desire from her. He drew it into himself, relishing the taste, the thrill. He couldn’t wait until he got her really excited. Gods, that was going to be sweet.

Ducking her head slightly, she glanced at the nearby tables, some of which were occupied by families. “Does everything have to be sexual with you? Wait, don’t answer that. You’re an incubus. Of course it does.” She plucked up one of her fries and held it to his lips. “Try it.”

“This isn’t the sort of nourishment I require, Willow.”

“But you can eat it, right?”

He frowned. “Yes, fae can eat mortal food.”

“Then eat with me. You brought me out to dinner, but I’m supposed to just eat alone? Meals are better when shared.”

There was no point in him eating any of this food. It would do nothing for him, offer no sustenance. Still, he’d planned to eat with her tonight, if only for the sake of appearances. His resolve to do so was bolstered by a strangely hopeful glint in her eyes, by a new desire from Willow that he’d not felt before, one that he had trouble defining.

She wants to share this with me, he realized suddenly.

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Kian lowered his head and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue, ensuring the first thing it touched was her finger, from which he licked the salty sweetness of her skin before taking the fry between his teeth and stealing it from her hold. He delighted in her quick intake of breath and the sip of arousal that followed. He bit into the fry.

“Mmm.” He nodded as he chewed, smirking at her. “I can’t be sure if it’s the flavor you added to it or not, but that is good.”

Willow laughed. “You just confirmed my prior statement.” She picked up another fry and ate it. “So you’ve really lived all this time without eating? Like, actual food?”

Kian plucked a fry from his own basket and took a bite. The sensation of chewing food was strange, but the taste was pleasant. He could see why humans enjoyed this. “I’ve tried a few things over the years. Sampled alcohol and substances your kind considers somewhat more illicit. But food…well, I’ve never had any reason to eat it.”

His enjoyment had rarely come from his own experiences, anyway. It was all stolen. Taken from others, from elsewhere.

“What does…pleasure taste like?” Willow asked.

“That varies from person to person, and it depends very much on its cause. When it’s pleasure taken in the misery of others, it tends to have a bitter tang. But when it’s pure, when it’s liberated from everything else so it exists only for its own sake…” He ran his eyes over her again, and he nearly shuddered at the memory of what they’d shared—and what they would share in the future. “It’s ambrosial.”

She unwrapped her burger, eyes downcast. “And how often do you…do you have to have sex? Do you have to feed?”

“Usually every few days. But after I had you, I went nearly a week without needing to feed. When my hunger finally returned, I found that I couldn’t draw from anyone.”

A crease formed between her brows. “Why?”

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