Yearning For Her

by Tiffany Roberts

Polyamory is about trust and communication, neither of which you’ve demonstrated—to either of us. It’s something people choose to do, not something you manipulate them into.”

Because he never truly loved me. He loves what I can give him, loves that I do anything he needs. Loves that he gets to be in charge.

The stranger reached toward her and brushed the back of a finger down her cheek, leaving warm tingles in its wake. “Breathe, Violet.” Willow released a slow, shaky breath. He stroked her other cheek. “That’s a good girl.” Heat pooled between her thighs. Oh God.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said. “Kian. Feel free to cry it out as often as you’d like.

Kian opened his eyes. “Sorry, Violet. One night wasn’t enough. You’re still mine.”

want your pleasure. I want you to writhe in ecstasy, to scream my name, to claw at my skin. I want you to come undone. And then I want to do it again, and again, and again, because you have made me yearn like never before.”

“I want love. The kind of love that doesn’t die. That keeps burning, on and on, and is so much bigger and brighter than any flame. The kind of love that only happens when two souls see each other and know they can’t exist without one another.”

“Give me a chance,” he whispered before brushing his lips over her forehead. “Show me. Teach me about mortal love. Teach me how to love you.”

“I already told you what I really want, Kian. Love. I want the love of someone who will be there for me when I feel like the world is breaking apart around me. Someone who will share not just joy and laughter, but sorrow and pain. Someone who will fight with me but love me all the more for it.” Tears stung her eyes. “I want someone who will still want me when I’m wrinkled and old, who will love me until my final breath.”

“Reality is even stranger than your books, isn’t it?” “Not unless half-spider, half-humanoid creatures exist too.”

“It’s like I’m drowning, and every time I reach the surface, I can’t draw in enough air. But when I go back under, I…I want to fight it a little less. I want to succumb, to just let go and let that water close in around me. What I feel with you is deeper and more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s frightening. Because I know the more I feel…the more it’s going to hurt.”

“I could spend a hundred thousand years walking every realm and never find another soul as beautiful as yours.”

“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.

In the book, the heroine had been bound by silk webbing so the spider monster could claim her as his mate.

“Because if I had to choose between you and anyone else, the world could fucking burn for all I care.”

And as a surprise, he’d set up a whole room just for her to keep books in. Her own private library. Kian had already unpacked her romance books when he’d revealed the room to her, but with every book she owned already upon them—and all the books from his apartment in their own neat section—there was still so much space on those shelves. It was her goal to fill every inch of those shelves with books.