Yearning For Her

by Tiffany Roberts

“I’m not ready to walk away from you.”

“You… Are you telling me you want to have sex with me?” “No, I’m telling you I’m going to have sex with you.”

When his hands finally complied with his outlandish request to seek the luscious female he’d taken to bed, they encountered naught but the rumpled comforter to either side of him. Kian stretched his arms, expanding his search, yet all he found was more bedding.

She gone bro

A wild urge sparked in his mind. Find her. Make her mine. She is mine.

Feed from Willow…or die this prolonged, agonizing death. No more rest, no more sleep, no more futile attempts at seduction and feeding. Everything in him, all the strength and magic he had left, would be turned toward finding her. 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’ve been closer to you than anyone, Willow. I’ve tasted your sweetness on my tongue. I’ve filled you, felt you come undone around my cock, and listened to you scream my name in pleasure.”

“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.”

“What, you didn’t sense my desire to throw something at your smug face?” she asked.

“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.”

“Just wait, Violet. You’ll see some messy eating soon enough.” “Well, I think you lasted longer than a minute that time.” “There is a very obvious, innuendo-laced reply to what you just said, Willow, but I’ll refrain.”

The things I read mentioned that dating is supposed to be about getting to know someone… And I find I very much want to get to know you, Willow.”

“Go ahead, Violet,” he rasped. “But be gentle with me.” She chuckled. “Says a man who embodies everything but gentleness.” He hummed, and fire sparked low in his belly, spiraling outward. “Remember, Willow… I feel your desires. I’ll be gentle when that’s what you truly want.”

“That would’ve spoiled the surprise.” He took hold of her hand and lifted it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. He froze. Nostrils flaring, he inhaled deeply, and his chest rumbled. “Oh, Willow, Willow, Willow.”

“You know, you could relax yourself and maybe…drop your glamour? I’ve already seen you.” “You could also take off your clothes. I’ve already seen you.”

“Oh God! Kian, please,” she begged. “Stop. No more.” “Give me another, Willow,” he growled against her mouth. “I can’t…” “You can.” He pinched her clit.

Yet her desires hadn’t been her primary motivation. She’d acted not because she wanted, but because he needed.

“So…you are stalking me.” “The way you say that word makes me think it’s the wrong one.”

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

Kian stared down at her sex. Temptation won over. He swiped his finger up along her folds, gathering his seed, and pushed it into her.

“Call me a liar, mortal. Call me a fool,” he said, moving the cloth over her sex. He gently pressed down on her clit. Her breath hitched, and he held her gaze. “So long as you call me yours, I don’t care.”

“I love it when you say my name.” He settled his claws lightly over her spine and skimmed them down toward her ass. “But I want to hear you scream it.”