Vellum Overlay 11: Making Love

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Here is the eleventh illustration in the series of vellum overlays for Yearning For Her, from chapter 22. This is after Kian has really come to identify how much Willow means to him, and for the first time in his life, he makes love.

Art by Fremuard
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Scene Snippet:

He was weightless, untethered, adrift on the red ocean of pleasure she’d unleashed upon him.

Willow released his wings and moved her hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. She dragged his head down—dragging him back to reality—and crushed her lips against his.

The breath fled Kian’s lungs, and Willow took it into herself as they were both battered by another climax. Their bodies trembled and their muscles tensed, but that kiss, gods, that kiss!

Before Willow, he would never have believed that a simple meeting of lips could say so many words without making a sound, could convey so many emotions in the space of a heartbeat, could mean so much.

His wings slowly flapped, and he leaned atop her, sinking deeper into the kiss, deeper into her, as he released the comforter to grasp a fistful of her hair. Willow softened the kiss, caressing his lips with hers, and he groaned when her tongue ran over his piercings. He released her leg to pull her closer, and she curled it around his hip. Their panting breaths mingled as they came down from the heights of their pleasure, but that pleasure did not ebb.

And Kian was in no rush to move. That warm, soothing afterglow was settling over him, enfolding him in crimson, lulling him to rest, to relaxation.

He was exactly where he wanted to be. Inside his mate with their limbs intertwined, sharing this moment, this intimacy. He’d felt this only once before, and only briefly—that first night with her, right before he’d fallen asleep. When he’d awoken to find her gone, he hadn’t yet realized just what he’d tasted with her, just what they’d created when they’d come together. He hadn’t understood what the strange hole inside him had been, or why it was so massive.

But he knew now.

Willow broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his. “Kian.”

“My sweet mortal, my lovely Violet, my Willow.” Kian lifted his head to look down at her.
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