Page 65 of Yearning For Her

“No. Maybe just a little tipsy. But I’m aware, and I want this.”

“You’re sure?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to…” Willow settled her hand on his forearm to pull it away.

Kian’s arm tensed, and he cupped her sex. His grip on her was firm and possessive. “Far be it from me to refuse what is freely given.” He brushed his nose over her hair, beside her ear. “Spread your thighs for me, Violet.”

Heart quickening, Willow shifted her hips to spread her legs. She was thankful for how large her sofa was. Her breath caught when Kian’s fingers parted her sex and glided through her slick.

“Gods, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled. He continued to lazily stroke up and down, spreading her essence, leisurely caressing her labia. “Is this what you thought about when you touched yourself earlier, Willow? Was it my fingers you imagined?”

He hadn’t even touched her clit yet, but he was eliciting such strong responses from her body already.

Willow’s grip on his arm tightened. “Yes.”

His tongue flicked just beneath her ear as he dipped two fingers into her pussy, pumping them slow and deep. “Did you think of my tongue on your cunt?”

Willow shivered as whispers of pleasure coursed through her. She spread her legs wider and arched her hips into his touch. “Yes.”

Kian chuckled, the sound dark and sultry, as he kicked away the blanket and braced his leg over one of hers to lock it in place. Pulling his fingers out, he dragged them through her slit up to her clit and circled it, his movements gentle and unhurried. “And did you think of my cock, Willow? Did you fantasize about me fucking you?”

That pleasure coiled at her center, sending spiraling echoes through her limbs that made her squeeze his arm and grasp the cushion beneath her. “Yes,” she whispered. “I did.”

A restlessness filled her, an urgent need for more. Unbidden, her hips undulated in time with his strokes. As much as she wanted him to press harder, to bring her to that delicious peak, she loved this slow, tantalizing buildup. The sensation pulsing through her heightened with every sweep of his fingers around her clit, promising ecstasy to come. Heat spread through her.

Panting softly, Willow reached up and cupped the side of his head, brushing her fingers over his pointed ear and the base of a horn. She turned her face toward his. Kian’s brightly glowing eyes met her gaze.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Willow.” He slid his fingers back down and thrust them inside her.

Her pussy clenched around them, and she moaned.

“See how you cling to me?” He pumped them in and out, again and again. “How hot and wet you are? You were made for pleasure, Willow.” He lowered his face. “You were made for me.”

Kian pressed his mouth to Willow’s. The kiss began slow, at odds with the rapid pace of his fingers, but he soon sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nipped it with a fang. She shuddered in his hold. He chuckled, and his tongue soothed the sting before coaxing her lips open and slipping through, seizing control. It swirled and stroked in time with the movements of his hand.

The sensations built upon each other, creating a swell of heat and pressure inside Willow.

He shifted, curling his arm beneath her until his hand slipped under the collar of her shirt to capture her breast. Willow arched into his touch. He kneaded her tender flesh and pinched and twisted her nipple, every tug making her clit twitch.

Willow gasped against his mouth and gripped his horn, pulling him closer. She craved more. Her tongue stroked his, traced his fangs, and teased the piercings on his bottom lip. His mouth was sublime, tasting wholly other. And his kisses? She could lose herself in them forever.

When he slid his fingers free of her pussy, a gush of slick followed. Then his fingertips were back on her clit, and this time, he was merciless. He strummed that swollen bud hard and fast, assaulting her with a torrent of overwhelming sensation.

She tore her mouth from his with a cry and tipped her head back, but her eyes remained locked with his. “Kian…”

He stared down at her fervently. There was no humor in his glowing eyes, just unbridled lust and feral possessiveness. “Feed me, Willow,” he growled. “Give it all to me. Let me hear you. Let me see you. Let me feel you.”

She’d never believed it when women in romance novels climaxed upon command, had thought it pure fantasy, but Kian proved her wrong. His deep, sensual voice, combined with his touch, his scent, and his consuming gaze, took dominion over her. Her thoughts shattered, and a cry of sweet agony tore from her throat. Willow’s body tensed, and her eyes snapped shut as white-hot pleasure blazed through her.

She surrendered to the flames, to the heat, to the searing ecstasy. She surrendered to the fact that Kian’s touch was the only thing keeping her bound to reality.

The sound of her harsh, uneven breathing filled the room, and she clung to him, writhing as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. This was nothing like what she’d felt in the shower, nothing like she’d ever felt with her own hand.

It was all him. It was all Kian. Whether it was due to his natural talent or his magic, Willow didn’t care. She just wanted more.

And he gave it to her, stroking her clit relentlessly.

She bit her lip, silencing a strained cry. Kian’s head swooped down, and he captured her mouth in another kiss, taking her wild gasps into himself as his lips ravished hers.

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