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

by Lylah James

His name echoed from my lips. He released a shuddering breath and then he did the one thing I didn’t expect him to do. His nose brushed against my unmarred cheek and along the length of my jaw. Killian nuzzled me, his lips caressing my skin like the softest feather. I trembled, warmth pooling in my belly. He lowered his body over mine and I didn’t have any choice but to accept his weight on me. My legs fell open and he settled between the cradle of my thighs. We were chest to chest, hips to hips, all of his hardness against my softness. Oh God. I didn’t come here for this… But now, I wanted it. The way his body pinned mine into the mattress, his breath on my skin, his lips whispering over my jaw with the gentleness of a lover’s touch. I want it. No, that was a lie. I need it. When he leaned down to my mouth, my eyes fluttered closed. I needed this more than I needed salvation. More than I desired redemption. Killian took my lips, stole my breath from my lungs and swallowed my whimper as I gave myself to him. He drove his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, licking me from the inside. My tongue met his in a tentative dance and I wanted to sob. My fingers curled into his dark hair and I cried into the kiss. The man who hated me with such cruelty was kissing me so… tenderly. Almost affectionately. Like I was a fragile treasure in his arms and he wanted to savor me. I cried because I knew… Killian wasn’t kissing me. He was kissing the woman in his dreams, a ghost of his past. I ...