Chapter 27
Electra
My face heats. “Sorry to break it to you, but my cunt is entirely magicless.”
How will he react the day I confess that the rest of me has magic? Why am I even pondering telling him? In a few weeks from now, we’ll probably be parting ways.
Sure, I’m about to lose my virginity to this man, but that doesn’t grant him permanent residence in my life. He’ll just have been the right man at the right place at the right time.
Obviously, I like him enough to have had his dick in my mouth—not something I would’ve done to a man I didn’t trust, or want…or feel safe with.
To be honest, I’m shocked by my brazenness. And maybe a little impressed with it. I feel empowered.
Empowered to have given a good blowjob…
I should probably talk this out with a therapist. Or with Calanthe.
How wild is it that I’m sort of excited about having this conversation with her?
Not that Calanthe has ever made me feel like a kid, but after tonight, I’ll finally be able to speak from experience instead of theories plucked out of romance novels.
Cillian hums, pulling me out of my head. “How about I be the judge of that?”
It takes me a heartbeat to remember what we were discussing. When it returns to me, my heart skips a beat. And then it skips another ten when his fingers slip under the hem of the hoodie, and soon after, of my dress.
“Just managing your expectations,” I quip just as he tugs on the side strap of my cheeky-cut panties.
As I lift myself slightly, I study his expression…his intense concentration. The man now kneeling before me looks like he’s about to glimpse the secrets of the universe, not the vulnerable divide of my body.
When he glides my underwear down my legs, my nerves rattle. “Wish you had a bottle of tequila lying around.”
He raises his gaze to mine, and then he’s climbing to his feet, my panties balled in his fist. I’ve always been good at predicting what a person is about to do, yet at that moment, I have no idea what he’s planning.
He juts his chin. “Get on the bed.”
“I am on the bed.”
“I meant, lie back. Get comfortable. I’m going to be down there a while.”
My heart is thudding so fast now that it makes my lids twitch and my vision jump. My nerves seriously need to take a chill pill. I’ve been fantasizing about having a man between my legs since I discovered my clit and all it could do.
I scoot back. “Never thought—” I swallow back the end of my confession: that my first time would be in a camper.
“Never thought what?”
Did Cillian just take a whiff of my underwear? Is that one of his kinks? Why does it feel filthy yet sexy at the same time?
“That I’d ever have sex with you,” I blurt out, before realizing how cruel it sounds.
Instead of harming his self-confidence, it makes the shirtless man before me grow an inch and beam. He tucks my underwear into his jogger pocket.
“Are you stealing my panties? There’s no way they’ll fit”—I nod to his cock, that must be hard again because it’s creating quite the bulge—“that.”
His mouth kinks with a curve that is obscenely controlled, like he’s used to masking all the dark and dirty things in his mind.
“I might give them back in the morning,” he finally says, ridding me of my boots.
Morning? I climb onto my forearms. “I’m not sleeping here.”
Eyes fastened to mine, he presses my legs apart, his smile growing darker, like he plans to put me in his pocket next.
“This is just sex,” I remind him. “Don’t read more into it.”
He kneels. Stare still pinned to my face, he drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other.
“It’s not the start of—” My tongue forgets how to move as his gaze doesn’t just lower to my core but collides with it.
My thighs jump like I’ve been punched. Gaea help me, I think my pussy lips actually squeak from how wet I am.
“The start of a great love story?” he asks, ghosting his lips over my inner thigh.
“Yes, that. It’s just—” The tip of his nose plows across my seam, snagging my breath and turning it to dust. “Just…” I try again, but he’s thumbing me apart.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, pulling just the slightest bit back to watch his fingers sail from my clit to my ass and back.
“Just…” I croak.
His eyes find mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks the shine away. “Just sex?” he asks, once he’s thoroughly laved my anticipation off his skin.
“Yes,” I reply breathily.
“Call it whatever eases your mind, baby.”
The horribly clichéd nickname makes something under my ribs flutter. “It’s not to ease my mind. It’s to remind you of the line—”
He leans in and gives me a long, slow lick, and holy…goddess…of the mine… My mind blanks.
“This line?” he quips.
All I manage is a grunt. One rapidly replaced by a moan, because Cillian is sucking on my clit while teasing my entrance with his fingers.
One of my pet peeves in romance books is how quickly heroines come once they fall into bed with their heartthrob, but as Cillian works me, I start to think… I start… I…
A scream tears up my throat as an orgasm throttles my core with the force of a fired gun. Not a fired gun… A freaking grenade, judging by the sheer radius of the blast. Did I levitate off the bed? My soul certainly feels like it left my body for a moment there.
A pleased rumble vibrates Cillian’s chest while frantic panting rises from mine. How the hell did he make me come faster than my battery-operated device?
“Look at that…” His murmur is a husky drag against my throbbing core. “Look at how well and fast your body responds to mine.”
“I was just keyed up,” I say between long drafts of air. “Anyone could have gotten me off.”
He pins my rattling thighs to his broad shoulders and murmurs, “Liar,” a second before he swirls his tongue over my tender bud.
Eight breaths… That’s all the oxygen I have time to suck in before another spark sweeps up my spine and bows my back. My eyes slam shut as I gasp. No, I scream.
I can’t believe I’m a screamer.
I can’t believe Cillian Lowry is the one making me scream.
He places a kiss on my inner thigh. “I think watching you fall apart is going to become my favorite pastime.”
“Is that your masterplan…? To destroy me one orgasm at a time?”
His stare turns hooded as though I’ve touched on a sore subject. I’m suddenly hit with renewed insecurities. What if he did choose me for my wealth and contacts?
If he had, he would’ve leaped at my offer of a five-figure salary, and he didn’t.
“My goal has never been to destroy you, Electra,” he murmurs.
Ah… So my word choice is to blame for his mood shift. “But you have a goal?”
He looks up, his eyes gleaming like foil in the obscurity. “I do.” He dips his mouth and places a kiss so gentle that it makes my core tighten and my nerves tingle. “To make you fall for me.”
I swallow.
So does he.
In charged silence, we stare at one another. Him, daring. Me, bracing.
“Why me?” My throaty murmur rumples the tense quiet.
“Hearts don’t run on logic, Electra. You love who you love, and that’s sometimes just that.” His voice drops to something bare. “Don’t try to find reasons for unreasonable emotions.”
“How can you love someone you don’t know?”
“Why are you so convinced I don’t know you?”
“Because you don’t. I’m the iceberg in Titanic.”
“And I’m the ship?”
“Yes.”
He bobs his head. “Fair. I did crash when I first saw you. As for sinking… I’m already sunk.”
I roll my eyes, which feel hot while the rest of me feels clammy. “You are ridiculous.”
“Never been afraid of ridicule. Now, can we get back to”—he licks me—“not philosophizing?”
My heart softens first, soon followed by my body, both caught off guard by Cillian’s candidness. As he brings me to the edge time and time again, I wonder if this man could be more than my first.
Perhaps not my last, but something in between. Something with lasting power.