Chapter 137

Bellatrix froze up instantly. The feeling of Cillian's lips against hers wasn't something foreign. She'd felt it a couple more times than she would have liked, ever since returning. But for some reason, this time around completely caught her off guard. With the momentary lag of her brain, Cillian pulled her closer, tightening his hold on her neck as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His lips moved just as fast, just as skillfully, but there was something different. Something...rough. His touch was forceful, the way his mouth moved over hers was impatient and demanding. It was almost as if he was kissing her out of anger...like he was trying to leave a mark she won't forget anytime soon. "Ci—" She tried pulling away, but his lips were relentless, chasing after her until she had no other choice but to let them crash against hers again. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, hot and eager as it brushed against her own. Bellatrix gasped, her knees turning weak as the familiar scent o