Page 91 of Yearning For Her

It was so much, too much. Blistering pleasure burst through her, shattering Willow, shattering reality, leaving her to be devoured by brilliant, blinding rapture.

Twenty-Four

Kian’s pace faltered as Willow came undone. The sensations were overwhelming. Her hot, wet heat contracting around his shaft; the merciless vibrations from the toy; the tremors coursing through her body; the powerful flow of energy. It was all so much. It was all so fucking sweet.

Baring his teeth, he snarled and pumped into her faster, harder. Her slick eased his motions, but she was still so tight. Gods, her cunt could fucking crush his cock right now and he’d beg her for more.

More. More. More.

The word echoed in his head, resonated in his soul. It grew louder with every one of his ragged breaths. He needed more of her, all of her.

He needed to seal their mating bond. To claim her in all ways.

Torrents of pleasure built in his groin, creating agonizing pressure. His instinctual drive to claim her built deeper inside him, but it was no less painful. That dark, buried part of him needed to perform the ritual. It needed them bound fully.

He strengthened his grip on her hips and fucked her harder still. She’d melted in his hold already, her body pliant to his every whim. He relished the control. Relished what she offered him.

The energy she’d given him yesterday still coursed through him, crackling with power. He’d never been so full, had never felt so strong, so invigorated. How was it possible for him to still hunger so much for her? How was it possible for his yearning to remain so deep and consuming?

Because this isn’t about feeding.

With her, it never was.

Not even in the beginning, before he understood what she was. Before he understood what she would mean to him.

He didn’t need her pleasure, he needed her. All of her, in every way. And the longer he denied that bond, the longer he fought those primal urges, the harder it would be to control them. The harder it would be to control himself.

“You are fucking mine,” he growled, smacking her ass.

Willow cried out, her pussy squeezing his shaft.

Kian slapped her ass again. “Say it!”

“Yes! Yes, I’m yours.”

He knew it was true, felt it down to the core of his being, but words weren’t enough. That covetous part of him needed the bond, and it would settle for nothing less.

Soon.

He would make his eternal claim upon her soon. He would hear his true name from her lips. But he would not sink to the depths of fae like Lachlan, would not rob Willow of her choice. He would not make a slave of the female who was meant to be his equal, who was meant to join with him, soul-to-soul.

His chest rumbled with a groan as the growing pleasure crackled through him. Her cunt clung to his shaft every time he drew back, and it clamped down to draw him farther in with every forward thrust, intensifying the pressure inside him, intensifying the ache.

Kian clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly through his nose as he fought the inevitable tidal wave. He wasn’t ready for this to end, not yet. He would enjoy every moment of it, every moment of her, until he couldn’t hold on any longer and his climax carried him to oblivion.

Willow lay with her head turned aside, her cheek upon the bed. Her purple hair was in disarray, spread across her back and shoulders, with stray strands on her face. Her eyes were shut, her brow was pinched in pleasure, and her lips were parted.

Kian’s eyes dipped. Bright red handprints on her ass and new marks on her hips accompanied yesterday’s bruises and scratches, bold against her pale flesh. The flare of her hips was even more pronounced in her current position, granting a full, luscious view of her rounded, bouncing ass.

Each time he drew his hips back, the purple gem on the plug shimmered. It coaxed his gaze lower still.

His heartbeat became thunderous as he stared at the spot where their bodies connected. He watched his shaft, glistening with her essence, slide back, watched her tender, pinkened flesh yield to his thrust, watched her legs tremble.

He’d never seen anything so fucking erotic. And it was all his.

She was all his.

His arm darted out, and he gathered a fistful of her hair. Her eyes opened to meet his, their green darkened and gleaming with lust, clouded with pleasure. Kian tugged on her hair, forcing her to rise onto her hands and arch her back, forcing her lush, willing body to take every single one of his ruthless poundings.

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