A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)

by Lylah James

The pulse between my legs was almost unbearable at this point and I feared that I might just orgasm at the table. How horrifying, yet still… I didn’t stop Killian. It was like all my senses had left me and I was left with a greedy body that needed his caress more than anything. Killian continued his conversation with his father, with all the epitome of calmness. He was so contained while I was so… out of control. His thumb moved in circles, massaging my flesh, a knowing smirk plastered over his lips. My clit swelled and throbbed under his thumb as he rubbed and pressed against the bundle of nerves. White hot pleasure ripped through me. There weren’t butterflies in my stomach; it was pure fire burning through my veins. My hips moved against my will, chasing his caress with my wanton need. I could feel just how wet and sticky I was. My thighs quivered and my body tightened, on the precipice of orgasm. Almost frantically, I grasped his wrist, forcing him to stop. Killian’s knowing fingers slowed to a pause, but he kept his hand between my legs, inside my panties. I was still on a high, drugged with lust and needy with desires, when Killian lowered his head, so he could whisper in my ears.