Page 82 of Yearning For Her

She released a shuddering breath. “What about your desires?”

A low growl rumbled from his chest. He lifted his head, locking his gaze with hers. “You are my desire, Willow.”

He dropped his hands to the front of her towel and tugged the corner loose. The towel fell away, baring her curvy, luscious body. His balls tightened, and his throbbing cock strained against his pants. That deep, needful ache pulsed low in his belly, making his breath ragged and his heart beat faster.

“Gods. You are perfection,” he rasped.

Kian touched the tip of a claw to her chin, grazing it down her throat and between her breasts before he ran the back of a finger over her nipple. It puckered beneath his touch.

Willow shivered and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Somehow, he resisted the urge to suck that lip into his mouth, to nip it with his fangs, to reclaim her with a searing kiss. Hands framing her waist, he slowly lowered himself onto one knee, his lips following the path traced by his claw.

He stared up at her as he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, running its tip around the delicate flesh of her nipple. Her breath quickened. Then he pulled that hard bud into his mouth and sucked.

Willow released a shaky sigh. Her desire heightened, and he greedily drew it into himself. He wanted more, craved more.

More of her.

He cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, caressing them with firm, worshipful strokes as he lavished her nipple with his tongue. A soft moan escaped Willow, and her fingers delved into his hair.

Releasing the hard bud, Kian shifted his attention to the other, licking and sucking until it was as red as the first. Her body swayed toward him, and her head fell back.

Kian captured her nipple between his fangs.

Willow gasped, body jolting, and looked down at him with wide eyes.

“Eyes on me, Willow,” he purred. “I don’t want to just feel your desire. I want to see it in your gaze.”

He took her nipple into his mouth again and soothed her pain with his lips and tongue. She skimmed her fingernails over his scalp with her fingernails, eyes half-lidded and gleaming with lust as she watched him.

“Good girl.” Kian sank lower, leisurely exploring the soft flesh of her belly with his mouth as his hands descended along her sides, following her waist to her flaring hips. Her stomach quivered with her shuddering breaths, reacting to the tender attentions of his lips.

Her every response intensified his need. Her embrace of this pleasure—of him —was more potent an aphrodisiac than had ever existed, but he was determined to take his time and enjoy her.

He was determined to show her exactly how she deserved to be treated. To show her that she would always be first for him, she would always be his priority.

He lowered his other knee to the floor and spread his legs. His lips dipped below her belly button, drawing closer and closer to the source of her heat, and his breath shook in anticipation. He slid his hands back as they reached her thighs, palming her ass. Kian’s mouth brushed over the small patch of hair on her pelvis. The tip of his nose touched it next.

There he paused, catching his tongue between his teeth to stop himself as he inhaled deeply. The perfume of her arousal filled his lungs. All his other senses failed in that moment, leaving only that scent, that heady, delicious, maddening scent, which was redolent of all her desire, all her need, all of her.

He couldn’t suppress another growl as that primal, shadowy part of him stirred again. Willow’s scent was imprinted upon him. It was part of him, and he would never have enough of it.

Thirst like he’d never known made his throat raw. His fingers flexed, pressing the tips of his claws into her skin. It shouldn’t have been possible to need anyone as much as he needed her.

But he wasn’t about to fight it.

Her desire surged when he hooked the back of her leg, lifted it, and draped it over his shoulder.

She swayed, making a startled sound, and Kian steadied her by returning his hands to her ass. He didn’t allow her time to recover before he pulled her pelvis against his mouth.

His tongue delved between her silken folds, finding her already slick. He groaned and lapped at her cunt, running his tongue from bottom to top.

Willow tightened her grip on his hair and whimpered. “Oh God, Kian.”

She was so sweet, so wet, and so hot. Closing his eyes, he thrust his tongue deeper into her center, eager for more of her essence. He drank greedily, squeezing her ass to clutch her closer. Seed seeped from his throbbing cock. Fuck, he needed her.

With his tongue coated in her flavor, he dragged it through her folds to her clit, swirling its tip around the little nub. Willow’s breath hitched, and her hips gently undulated. She grasped and petted Kian’s hair, hands moving sensuously, until they encountered his horns. Her fingers wrapped around them, squeezing tight, and she tugged him closer, increasing the pressure of his tongue on her cunt. Willow’s hold only fueled his desire.

“Kian, please,” she begged. “It feels… Oh God, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

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