CILLIAN
Kissing Kiera was like going to war.
Touching her was electrifying.
And f*****g her was heaven.
I had never indulged in a woman so obsessively after sleeping with her once, and I squarely blamed Zeus for this.
You brought this hell to me, I accused.
Since I was of rational age of understanding, I had beaten myself up over the fact that there was no such thing as a vow to the Goddess, no magical bond of the mate, and nothing existed called attraction. We were beasts at heart who wore the skin of a human.
Nothing more, nothing else.
And yet, there was a tide of emotions rushing through my veins at the sight of her face. The way she begged to be kissed, ravaged, and taken appeased the wolf in me. I thought it would just pass over, but when Kiera accused me of trapping her—
