My ears hum as he pounds into me, kneading the flesh of my ass cheeks with his strong fingers while raking up and down my body with his hungry eyes.
“Fucking”—he hauls in a breath—“goddess.”
The way he tosses the word out makes me realize that I read too much into it, and it was only meant as a compliment.
He thrusts in deep…so deep his thick tip prods my lower stomach. My lashes lower as I watch him with the same intensity with which he’s watching me.
He reaches for my hand, likely to guide it where he wants it, but I stop him and weave my fingers through his instead. His throat dips, his Adam’s apple cutting a sharp line beneath his skin.
Stare locked on our joint hands, he jerks his hips, then stills and emits a drawn-out groan that rolls across my skin, lifting goosebumps.
As the heat of his release surges between my legs, another heat surges through the rest of me, enveloping me like dawn envelops the rooftops of Boston.
With his cock still buried deep, Cillian bends over me, pressing his free hand beside my head. “You didn’t come,” he heaves out.
“I beg to differ. I came multiple times.”
“Not when I was inside you.” He sounds borderline angry.
I smile, reaching up to tuck a wild curl behind his soft ear. “I don’t need to come for it to feel good.”
“I don’t want it to feel good. I want it to feel fucking great.”
I cup his chin. “I swear, it felt fucking great.”
He purses his mouth as though unconvinced.
I’m about to craft some analogy about how a meal without dessert can still be delicious when I catch his attention straying to the phone I silenced earlier, but which I left on the island. Its screen flashes with a name I haven’t seen in a few days.
Chapter 36
Electra
My screen darkens as it tosses Gael Monta’s call to voicemail.
When it lights up with his name a second time, I frown. “I should probably take this,” I say, as Cillian pulls out of me.
I reach above me and grab my cell, then swipe to accept the incoming call. “Hello?”
“Evenin’, sweetheart.” Gael sounds downright chirpy. “I’m just about to land in Boston.”
“Okay…” I say, my brow pleating. Is he angling for a meetup?
“I just got hold of some priceless intel.”
Cillian watches me as he wads some paper towel, dampens it, and returns to wipe me down.
Even though there’s nothing sexual about the act, it makes my core tingle, which is really the last sensation I want while on the phone with my biological parent.
I wait until Cillian has finished his task before speaking again. “Concerning?”
“The Holy Hunters. Since you told me you’re interested in helpin’ eradicate those roaches, I thought you might want to hear what your brother just found out.”
“What did Dorian?—”
“Yourrealbrother,” Gael snaps, an edge to his voice.
“What didAlexanderfind out?”
