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

by Lylah James

he questioned roughly. Instead of responding, I brushed my lips over his. A tender kiss, waiting and testing to see if he’d fight for dominance. Killian’s body tensed but he otherwise remained passive, yielding to my control. Oh God. To dominate a man like Killian Spencer was an exquisite feeling. Addictive. My kiss turned more demanding, my tongue plunging into his mouth – tasting him. He kissed me back, with the same fevered passion. He was intoxicating and I was drunk on him, on the way he felt against my lips, the taste of him and his grunts of pleasure. When our lips separated, I was breathless, my chest heaving. Sweet hell. There was nothing more addicting than Killian’s dominance, but his surrender made me ache. I swallowed, before letting out a breathy gasp when the tip of his hardness slid over my sensitive clit. Killian kept his hands behind his head and he laid still, allowing me free rein over his body. But I noticed the dark glint in his eyes and the way his shoulders were tensed, almost like he was holding himself back from touching me. My eyes darted between our bodies and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick erection nestled between us, swollen and hard against my wet and pink sex. His length was coated with my arousal. I found myself growing more damp at the lewd sight. I liked how seductive and powerful I felt right now and how Killian was carefully restraining himself to allow me this moment. My hands wandered over his abs, feeling his muscles rip...