Page 92 of Yearning For Her

Her breathy moans escalated in volume and pitch, joining the clapping of thighs and Kian’s bestial grunts to create a primitive, lascivious song.

Willow whimpered, and her cunt quivered around his cock. “Kian! I…I can’t! It’s too much!”

“It will never be enough,” he snarled as he let go of her hair to wrap his arm around her middle. His hand found her sex, which was stretched taut around his shaft, dripping with her essence, radiating heat. He pressed on her clit hard and stroked it.

Willow tensed, every part of her body locking up. And then she released a choked cry, dropping her head and shoving her hips back to seat Kian even deeper as her cunt gripped his shaft. She shuddered, and her inner muscles contracted so strongly that they nearly pushed Kian out. Her liquid heat flowed around his cock and soaked his hand.

He slammed into her, banding his other arm around her to keep her pinned against him. Her convulsions were more than he could withstand. Kian’s wings spread and fluttered. His lips peeled back, and his growl grew into a roar as ecstasy cleaved through him, shredding every fiber of his being with its sinful, sensual claws. She screamed his name, pleading, but there was no respite from the pleasure.

His hips bucked involuntarily. Still, he held her captive against him, unwilling to relinquish her. His seed flooded her, each wave pulling something taut in his belly and balls, each wave a new bout of delicious torment.

Though he was no longer pumping his hips, that vibrator did not relent its assault. Willow’s pussy pulsed around him, and her body shook as she cried, moaned, and begged between desperate, heaving breaths. Kian groaned, his cock twitching as another spurt of seed was wrung from him.

Loosening his grip on her, he slipped a hand between their bodies and pressed the button to turn off the butt plug. The vibrations stopped, but Willow’s trembling did not. Her sex continued convulsing around his shaft as aftershocks from their orgasms swept through them.

They collapsed, and Kian caught himself on an arm, careful not to crush her.

He lay over her for a time, forehead resting on her back as he caught his breath. His free hand trailed over her soft skin, following her curves, and slowly, he kissed along her spine and shoulders. The hint of saltiness from her sweat complimented her sweetness perfectly.

Willow hummed. “Kian…”

His heart constricted at the tenderness with which she’d said his name, and he couldn’t help wondering how his true name would sound when she said it the same way. He couldn’t help but anticipate the thrill it would spark in him and the warmth it would spread through his chest.

“Thank the Fates I found you that night, my Violet,” he whispered. Those weeks that he’d suffered, that he’d starved, had been a small price to pay for this. For his Willow.

She ran her hand over his thigh. “I’m glad I said yes.”

“Ah, Willow.” He pressed another kiss to her back, letting this one linger, and breathed her in. Her alluring scent mingled with the smell of sex—and of him.

He could’ve lain there forever, lost in her fragrance, soothed by her heat, basking in the afterglow of what they’d shared, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Despite his reluctance, Kian withdrew his cock from her. They both moaned at the loss. The chill of the air against his shaft was a necessary agony, taking the edge off his continued arousal.

Kian’s limbs were heavy as he pushed himself upright. He placed a hand on her back, smoothing it down her spine until it reached her ass. “Relax and breathe, Willow.”

Her body eased. Kian grasped the base of the toy and gently pulled, coaxing a low groan from Willow.

Once the vibrator was free, he smoothed his palm over the bruises on her hip. “You all right?”

She chuckled and turned her face toward him. “I don’t know if I’ll ever walk again, but I feel amazing.”

A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, mortal. I’ll carry you anywhere you need to go.” He climbed off the bed, retrieved the washcloth he’d dropped on the floor yesterday, and wrapped the toy in it, setting it aside to clean later. His wings flicked and relaxed against his back.

When he returned to the bed, his mate had pushed herself up onto her hip. Her hair hung over her shoulder in disarray, and she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes that were so trustful, so serene, so…affectionate. Again, his heart squeezed.

“And right now”—he slipped his arms under Willow and lifted her off the bed, cradling her against his chest—“it’s to the shower we go.”

She looped her arms around his neck and smiled. “It’s so strange how effortlessly you can pick me up.”

He carried her toward the bathroom. “Why is it strange?”

Willow gave him a droll look. “I’m not exactly small, Kian. No matter how many times you call me little.”

“All a matter of perspective, Willow.” Turning sideways, he stepped through the doorway. “You’re as light as a feather to me. And this delectable body fits so perfectly against mine.”

He captured her mouth with his as he stopped. His tongue traced the fullness of her lips until she opened to him, and then he deepened the kiss, keeping it slow and tender.

Kian didn’t break the kiss until he’d lowered Willow onto her feet. Her arms remained around his neck, and she held on as he pulled away, standing on her toes to seek more.

Chuckling, he pecked another kiss on her lips, ducked out of her hold, and stepped back. He couldn’t stop his eyes from raking over her. “You’re more beautiful every time I look at you, Violet.”

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