Yearning For Her

by Tiffany Roberts

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.”

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

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

“You slapped me.” He returned his gaze to her. Her lips were kiss-swollen, spots of pink stood out on her cheeks, and her chest was heaving. She looked so fucking delicious. Worth it.

“I 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.”

“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.”

“Not unless half-spider, half-humanoid creatures exist too.”

He gave her a dry look. “Willow, I’m an incubus. Of course I know what a butt plug is.”

“How naughty of you to lie to me. Shall we include a spanking when I inevitably claim that delectable backside?”

“My lovely mortal.” Kian pressed another kiss to her lips before tilting her head to the side. “Do you know how hard it has been to resist you?” He dipped his head, kissing her jaw. “Do you know how utterly you have consumed me?” His mouth moved to her neck, trailing down, caressing her smooth flesh. “Do you understand how fiercely I have yearned for you?” When he reached the purple mark Lachlan had left, Kian had to swallow back another surge of rage. He brushed his lips over the bruise. “I would kill for you.”

The sound of those three words from her lips eclipsed all the pleasure he’d experienced throughout his entire life.

“Arythion.” His voice rippled with power, and that word flowed into Willow, warming her further and making her skin tingle. Willow raised her head. “What?” “My true name is Arythion Shyrik. I freely offer it to you now, Willow Ava Crowley. Keep it in your heart forever, and let it serve as the thread that binds our souls together as we forge our bond with blood, seed, and lifeforce.”

“Not yet, my love,” he rasped, stilling his fingers. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. Not until your cunt is filled with my seed.”