Page 89 of Yearning For Her

Yes, he’d seen them as his prey, as his food. But how different might his life have been if even one person had cared just a little bit?

Would he have met Willow if someone had?

Maybe it was selfish of her, selfish and cruel, but she was glad there’d been no one else. She was glad she got to be the one to connect with him, to get to know him, to care for him. To see him as more than the one-night stand as which he’d originally presented himself. To see him.

And to…be his mate.

Are you mine?

I am, Willow. Eternally.

Her chest constricted.

Kian brushed his mouth over hers again, and playfully nipped her bottom lip with his fang. “I love the taste of you.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over hers. “I love it even better when you taste of me.”

Arousal coiled low in her belly, chasing away her lingering anxiety. He grinned and smoothed his hands down her back until he gathered her ass in his palms. “I sense that you have a few unfulfilled desires of your own, Violet.”

Kian lifted his hips, and the hard length of his cock glided between the wet folds of her pussy.

Willow’s breath hitched. “You’re… Already?”

He laughed. “Oh, Willow. I’m an incubus, remember? I’m always ready. I can make you come as many times as you wish.” His cock pulsed between their bodies. “Or as many times as I wish. And right now…”

Faster than Willow could comprehend, Kian slipped out from beneath her, leaving her on hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her. His hands caressed her hips and massaged the globes of her ass, pulling them apart. Willow blushed and tried to shy away, but his grip was firm.

“I want to fuck you. I want my cock buried deep in your cunt, I want to feel your heat, hear your screams.” He slapped her ass.

Willow cried out and started at the sharp sting, which made her pussy clench in response.

Kian rubbed the spot he’d struck. “I want everything, Willow.”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. He was on his knees behind her, his eyes ablaze with lust, possessiveness, and wicked promise. His hair rested over one shoulder with a few stray strands caught on his horns to hang along his cheek. Those beautiful gossamer wings were spread wide.

He was a gorgeous fae god.

Her god.

“Then fuck me,” she said.

Kian grinned, flashing his fangs. “Ah, Willow. I was going to anyway, but hearing you demand it…that calls for something special.”

He reached toward her nightstand and tugged open the drawer. His hand dipped inside.

Willow’s eyes widened. She knew exactly what was in there. “Kian!”

He chuckled as he held up her pink rose vibrator. “You have quite a delightful little stash of toys. Lucky for you, I love to play.” He tossed it back into the drawer and took out the butt plug he’d given her, along with a bottle of lube.

Oh fuck.

“How did you—”

“Find this? Come now, Willow. It’s not as though you’ve gone through much effort to hide it.”

“This is my bedroom. My nightstand.”

“So it is.” He snapped open the bottle’s lid with his thumb. “And I’ve explored every inch of it while you were working.”

“Kian!”

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