Chapter 212

He would come back just to try and get in the way of it. Now that Estella was gone, he would remember that we’re mates, and we could get back to the way we were before when all he cared about was me. When he doted on me and loved me when he wanted me. I could imagine wearing that white dress again, and this time it actually being for our wedding. The way he’d smile at me, how happy he would make me for the rest of my life.

I sat on the edge of a large rock. He pulled out a box of medicine that didn’t look like what he usually used, then he started to wash all the scrapes I had. His hands were so warm. His fingertips skimmed over my skin in an almost ticklish way. Then, I thought about what he’d done to me in Lunae. The passion and heat that he’d kissed me with. The way he’d made me cry out for him in that alleyway. The way he’d made me melt. My heart started to speed up, and I felt warm all over. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted more. As he reached my chest, I saw in his eyes that he was thinking about it too. Cillian’s lips twitched. He licked his lips and stroked slow circles on the inside of my thighs.

I thought of being in that house with him again. Practically naked with him and how different he was from Candido. He looked at me like he wanted me. Sparks shot through me every time his thumbs moved on the inside of my thighs. My stomach started to quake.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to think you’re not thinking much about these injuries…”

I bit my lip as our gazes met. That same heat from before was in his eyes. The way his gaze drifted over the shredded remains of my dress and seemed to enjoy how much he could see made my stomach flutter with excitement and heat pool between my legs. He wanted me. I could feel it in the heat of his hands and the way the movements of his fingers grew firmer. If I imagined hard enough, I could imagine that look on Candido’s face. If this was Candido, what would it be like?

Better yet, wouldn’t it be better for it not to be Candido? He couldn’t treat me like a child and he couldn’t deny how much he wanted me if he knew that someone else had me first. I knew him well enough. He’d been jealous when I’d gone to New Moon. He hadn’t even known for sure if Francium and I were involved, but he knew now that Cillian and I were. It had to be eating him up on the inside. I had to push him further to get him to see. He’d never see me as a child again if the next time we were intimate, I had experience. He’d regret it and apologize.

I could almost feel his hands on me, trying to erase everything Cillian had ever done to me. I wanted Candido to be desperate for me. I wanted him to be unable to control himself.

To do that, I needed Cillian.

“I’m not.”

He smirked. “That much is clear. I can smell you.”

My face heated as he trailed his hand up my thigh. “Would you like to pick up where we left off?”

His voice was a deep, almost growl as he leaned close to me. Even through the scent of gunpowder, I could smell his cologne. He smelled clean as if he had merely walked through a battlefield rather than been on one. I couldn’t speak. The air felt so hot that I could hardly breathe. He leaned close and whispered in my ear.

“We’re far enough away not to be heard… if you keep quiet.” My stomach jolted. “It would be much like then. I’ll even put you against a tree if you want.”

I gasped as he slipped his hands up the back of my thighs and under the hem of the remains of the dress. The jacket Peter had given me was laid out over the large rock beneath me.

“Or would you prefer it here? Are you thinking about what it will be like to be beneath me? The weight of my body on top of you, the way I’d pin you so easily?”

“H-Here?”

“Are you embarrassed or excited at the thought of people hearing?” He asked. “Should I cover your mouth?”

“A-And do what?”

He smirked. “Exactly as I promised.”

I could hardly breathe as I remembered what he had told me before. “I-I… I’m…”

“Hot and needy?” Cillian asked without moving. He cocked an eyebrow. “Desperate and wanting?”

I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t think. He cupped my jaw and tugged my bottom lip down. He leaned closer.

“All of the above, princess? Your nipples are hard.” Cillian whispered. “Be honest. Tell me what you want.”

Even in the darkness of the night, I could see the look of desire on his face. Again, the offer was there. Maybe not for sex, but for something close enough to it. Not yet, anyway. I had a feeling that I would be having sex with Cillian soon if Candido didn’t come around soon enough.

And I was… strangely okay with that.

The way I saw it, if Candido hadn’t waited for me all of his life, then there was no reason that I had to wait for him. It would be better if, when he finally came around, there was no way that he could treat me like a child again. Unlike before I knew I wanted it, there wasn’t any doubt in my mind. I wanted Cillian to touch me. To make me come and leave his scent all over me. I wanted it to be obvious what we had done. I wanted Candido to wonder if we had sex or not. I wanted the jealousy to eat him alive.

My stomach clenched painfully at the thought of how Candido would react, the ache continued to build, but I didn’t need to say anything. I knew that from before. Unlike Candido, Cillian seemed to know exactly what I wanted and wanted to give it to me, even if I couldn’t say it.

I nodded and tightened my grip on the thick fabric of his jacket. I could feel the strength of his arms through the fabric and shivered.

“Your words, Hedy,” he whispered and leaned close, barely grazing his mouth against mine. “I’ll need words.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, pushing my knees slowly apart. My entire body felt like it was on fire. His gaze drifted down to between my thighs. A jolt of desire went through me as he seemed to devour me with his eyes.

“I… all of it.”

He chuckled. “All of it may be a bit much for the time we have… How about just enough?”

What did that mean? I didn’t know. My heart was racing, but I wanted to find out. If it was anything like how he made me feel before, I wanted it. All of this stress, the planning, the fear, the emotional roller coaster I had been on for the past few hours was too much. I didn’t want to think about it, and if this got me closer to making Candido remember how much he loved me, then I wanted it even more.

“Okay…”

He pulled me closer to him until I was just on the edge of the rock. My legs trembled over his arms.

“You’ve gotten bolder in the last few hours…” Cillian whispered. “Something changed?”

My stomach lurched at the thought of him stopping and asking about Estella, but he didn’t press for an answer. The connection I’d felt before felt like it had surged to life as our gazes met again. It felt like something was straining, pulling tight, between us. He leaned over me, lifting my legs around his hips until I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He pressed our lips together and parted my lips with his tongue. I moaned and shivered beneath him. A sharp spike of pleasure went through me. I tightened my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. He squeezed my hips and lifted the remains of the dress over my head. One of his hands drifted up to my chest and pulled one of my breasts out of my bra and squeezed. I moaned as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. His other hand slipped over my ass, squeezing. I shuddered and moaned at the spike of pleasure that went through me. I felt the hard line of his cock pressing against me as he pushed his hips against me. I could feel it twitching, pulsing, against me as he rolled his hips against me. He kissed me hungrily like he couldn’t get enough.