KIERA
My treacherous body shivered when his teeth bit onto my ear, and his voice rasped against my skin. At that moment, I hated Cillian. But more than that, I hated myself for letting him get under my skin. My mouth closed instinctively as I sucked in a harsh breath, but even then, the waft of his masculine tang, mixed with food, penetrated my nose.
Something poked between my legs, something hard…and I stilled. Worse, I didn’t push him away, letting him press against his chest and feeling the touch.
Cillian’s mouth found my throat, nibbling and licking as my mouth parted from the sensation. It didn’t seem like my own body. Instead, I felt like a puppet, dancing to the tunes of the puppeteer.
“Someday, I want to see how wet I can make you.”
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore how
