Page 66 of Yearning For Her

“Oh God! Kian, please,” she begged. “Stop. No more.”

“Give me another, Willow,” he growled against her mouth.

“I can’t…”

“You can.” He pinched her clit.

Willow came again with a hitched, broken cry. Her back bowed as her sex contracted and spasmed, spilling her essence. Kian slipped his hand down and thrust his fingers hard inside her, again and again, and her pussy clenched around them, eager to pull them deeper. He crushed his mouth to hers and held her close. Willow was helpless but to ride out the storm, desperately seeking shelter against his hard body.

His kiss gentled as the maelstrom inside her calmed. It was drugging, enticing, lulling. His fingers continued to pump, slow and soothing. Her sex quivered, and her body trembled.

She felt his lips stretch into a smile, felt his piercings against her mouth, just before he lifted his head. His dangling hair tickled her shoulder. Willow opened her eyes. Kian’s gaze burned, hot and bright.

Sliding his fingers from her pussy, he withdrew his hand from her shorts and lifted it. The slick clinging to his skin shimmered in the light. Kian slipped those fingers into his mouth. He groaned as he slowly dragged them out, sucking them clean.

“Fuck, Willow.” Kian’s tongue emerged to run across his lips. “When you finally accept me, I will feast upon that delicious cunt until my insatiable thirst is quenched.”

Willow’s sex clenched. She was tempted to say yes. Oh God, was she tempted. Tempted to strip off her clothes and let him lick her to his heart’s content and beyond, to lose herself on an endless sea of bliss.

But no. Not yet. She was not ready to take this any further. She…needed time. This had been about feeding him, and by the light of his eyes and the luster of his skin, he’d received ample nourishment.

Softly panting, Willow turned her body more fully toward him, rested her head on his biceps, and pressed her forehead against his chest. She tucked her arms between their bodies and let his scent enfold her. “You’re so sure I’ll accept you?”

Kian lifted his leg and stretched it out alongside Willow’s as he wrapped his arm around her. “No reason to pretend, my Violet. We both know it’s inevitable.”

Willow hummed softly, but she didn’t respond. She knew he was right. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. She felt it in her heart—Kian was the one she’d been waiting for. And yet…her fear of being hurt still lurked deep within, its tendrils having spread like overgrown vines that wouldn’t hesitate to constrict her chest whenever she made the mistake of hoping. She wanted him, wanted whatever life she could have with him. But what he was…

You can take it slow, Willow. There is time.

She closed her eyes, content to remain here in his arms. A heaviness settled over her, brought on by the wine and the pleasure Kian had wrung from her. She felt relaxed, sated, and safe. He combed his fingers through her hair, his steady, unhurried touches coaxing her toward sleep.

Willow didn’t fight it.

Eighteen

A slow smirk spread across Kian’s lips. Willow’s silence told him everything—she wasn’t ready, not yet, but she knew this could only end one way.

She would be utterly, irrevocably his.

That knowledge amplified the arousal buzzing through him and deepened the ache in his cock. That ravenous haze had suffused his vision, staining his world a delirious crimson. He wanted more from her, wanted everything, and he wanted it now. But he could only bring himself to hold her a little closer, a little tighter.

Why not take more?

Because she’d accomplished exactly what she’d intended. Kian had been fed, and gods, had it been good. Her contentment washed over him in tender waves, each instilling him with a flicker of energy that would ensure he’d not need sustenance for a long while.

But that alone wouldn’t have been enough to stop him. The fulfillment of his needs did not dampen the fires of his longing, not even slightly.

The rules for mortal-incubus interactions didn’t apply to her. He couldn’t charm her with magic, couldn’t heighten her desires until they were too powerful for her to resist. And his pursuit of her had broken all the personal rules he’d adopted. Kian had pushed beyond his understanding, beyond his experience. He still wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it was clear that he could only push so far, so hard, before he’d drive her away.

Which meant he had to restrain himself.

Willow would give him only what she wanted to give, and only when she was ready.

But more than anything, he resisted his urge for more because the way they were lying together felt so right. Because she fit against him so snugly, because her body was so languid, so warm, so soft. Because right now, he couldn’t imagine himself anywhere across all the realms but right here, with Willow tucked securely in his arms.

This was new. Intimate, tender, almost…profound.

She shifted her leg, and her thigh brushed his shaft.

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