Page 10 of Yearning For Her

Willow tore her attention away from him, turning it to the white walls, to the dark wooden dresser and the flatscreen television atop it, to the desk and chairs in the corner. To anything but him. She clutched the fabric of her skirt. “So, what am I… How do we…”

“Take off your clothes,” Kian commanded.

She snapped her wide eyes back to him. “What?”

Kian was looking down at his hands. His long fingers moved with deliberate, tantalizing slowness, removing his rings one by one and dropping them into his coat pocket. “Take off your clothes.” As he slipped his coat off his broad shoulders, he glanced up at her. His smirk tilted just a little more to one side. “I can do it for you, if you’d prefer.”

“N-No. I can do it.” Willow looked down and shifted her feet, about to give Kian her back, when words Eli had spoken earlier crawled up from her memory.

…the longer she had to think about it, the more likely she was to chicken out.

No. She wasn’t going to run from this. She wanted this.

Shoving her thoughts of Eli deep into the subconscious abyss where they belonged, Willow summoned all the courage she could muster and reached for the zipper at her back. She drew it down. Cool air touched her bare skin as the dress gaped open. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and pushed the dress past her hips. The fabric whispered along her legs and fell to pool at her feet, leaving her in her purple strapless bra, panties, the lacy black bands around her thighs, and her high heels.

Leaving her vulnerable.

Willow didn’t care what other people thought about her. She loved her body, and she wasn’t ashamed of her soft belly, stretch marks, thick thighs, and large breasts. But with a man like Kian staring at her… This was different. So, so different. He was so attractive it was practically otherworldly. How could she compare to the standards of someone like him?

He picked you, Willow. Out of all the people there, he chose you. He must have seen something he liked. Something he wanted.

Kicking the dress away, Willow looked up at Kian. Her heart stuttered.

He’d already set his coat aside and removed his shirt. She didn’t know where to look first—his elegant neck, his wide shoulders, his hairless chest and abs. It was all so alluring. But what ultimately captured her attention were the silver bar piercings in his nipples. She squeezed her thighs together against the sudden ache permeating her core.

Where else was he pierced?

Her gaze dipped across the lean, defined muscles of his abdomen and followed the shallow grooves of the Adonis belt that disappeared into his jeans.

“Do you like what you see, Violet?” Kian asked, his husky voice coaxing her eyes to his. He stalked toward her, and though he didn’t move fast, his long legs devoured the distance between him and Willow just as surely as his penetrating eyes devoured her.

Kian curled a finger beneath her chin and angled her face up, studying her. A low hum rumbled in his chest. His finger trailed under her jaw and to the side of her neck as he stepped around her, sweeping her hair back to bare one shoulder. His touch was fire, but its heat made her shiver.

“I can feel your desire,” he whispered in her ear. Warmth radiated from his body.

Willow’s skin tingled with the promise of pleasure as he circled to stand behind her. She was desperate to feel those hands all over her body.

He traced the tip of a pointed nail down her spine, catching the clasps of her bra. “All your yearning, Willow, it sings to me.” The first clasp gave way to his clever fingers. “There’s no reason to resist any more.” The second clasp followed, then the third.

He lingered on the last, and Willow’s heart sped. She felt him lean over her, though only his hair touched her, brushing her bare shoulder. His breath tickled her ear as he rasped, “Are you ready to give in to me?”

Willow turned her face toward him, her lips drawing so close to his, and met his gaze. “Yes.”

“Then you’re mine.” He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to join her dress.

Before Willow could react, his long arms banded around her, and he cupped her breasts in his palms. She gasped, hands flying up to grasp his forearms as he drew her against his hard body. His cock, still restrained by his jeans, pressed against the small of her back.

“Perfect,” he rumbled as he kneaded the tender flesh of her breasts. His fingers worked with dexterity beyond comprehension, twisting and teasing her nipples, eliciting sensations like she’d never dreamed possible. Every stroke felt like he was pulling on a tether connected directly to her clit.

She arched against him. Her breath quickened, and her body grew hot and restless. Slick gathered between her thighs. She rubbed them together and captured her bottom lip between her teeth, muffling a moan as she tipped her head back against Kian’s shoulder.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive spot beneath her ear just as he pinched her nipples harder, coaxing another moan from her.

He chuckled. “So responsive, Willow. What other lovely sounds will you make for me when I stroke your pretty cunt?”

Kian smoothed a hand down her belly. His palm left fire in its wake. Willow would never have believed that anyone’s touch could be so powerful, so affecting, but she couldn’t deny this. And she wanted more.

Without her even voicing that thought, he complied. His hand continued down, sliding under the waistband of her panties and over her pubic hair before his fingers delved between the folds of her pussy. Willow’s breath hitched at the first brush against her clit.

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