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

by Lylah James

My fingers gripped the collar of his shirt and I pulled him to me, slamming my lips against his. I gasped and he groaned. The deep rumble resonated through my body. His lips were full and soft. He tasted of mint, rich chocolate and sin. My heart dipped into my stomach and my head swam. We stayed like this for a second, both of us surprised by my impulsive action. One heartbeat. Thud. Two heartbeats. Thud. Thud. His scent surrounded me; his taste engulfed me. Killian nipped my lower lips, teasingly. The gentle bite stung and I whimpered. My eyes fluttered closed as Killian lowered his body atop of mine, pushing me back into the hay. He clutched the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, fiercely and almost obsessively. As if he had hungered for me for a decade. Like he had been dying to do just that for the longest time. To kiss me. To devour me. He licked the seams of my lips and I gasped, which opened my mouth for him. His tongue slid inside, tasting me. I burned for him, my body melting into his solid strength, and I was weak and powerless. A woman full of need. I craved Killian Spencer. I had never been kissed before and had nothing to compare to this moment – but this kiss, it was everything. His lips on mine. His body against mine. His need reflecting my own. Killian swallowed my moan and breathed into my mouth, feeding me his taste. It wasn’t just a nest of butterflies in my stomach. It was the whole damn zoo, while my heart was torn. My body was no longer my own a...