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.” Heat pooled between her thighs. Oh God.

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

“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.”

“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.”

His specialty had always been fucking and leaving. All this…courtship was beneath him.

“You saw my bookcase. If I want pleasure, all I need to do is pick a book and break out my vibrator. Happy endings all around. That’s all a girl needs.”

“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.”

“Feed me, Willow,” he growled. “Give it all to me. Let me hear you. Let me see you. Let me feel you.”

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

“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.” Willow shivered, and her fingers curled against his shoulders. “Kian…” He kissed that spot again, dabbing it with his tongue. “Anyone who hurts you will learn the meaning of pain. I will rend the flesh from their bones with claws and fangs.” He moved his mouth down and kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. Then he did the same to each of her shoulders. “And then I will tend to your every need, my Violet. Fulfill your every desire.” She released a shuddering breath. “What about your desires?” A low growl rumbled from his chest. He lifted his head, locking his gaze with hers. “You are my desire, Willow.”

Kian stared down at Eli, eyes blazing. With the morning light behind him, he seemed swathed in shadow—not an ethereal fae seducer, but a monster that had clawed its way out of darkness. Her monster.

“Say the word, my Violet, and I’ll kill him,” Kian said, voice low and lethal.

“I was just thinking about your…talented hands.” “I’ve the hands of a musician, considering the songs they coax from you.”

He looked at her like she was the only star in the sky on the darkest of nights. Like she was all that existed in his universe.