She stood by the window and stared outside, contemplating her options. The best chance was to take him out when he least expected it, and it seemed like his guard was down at the moment as he relaxed in the chair on the other end of the chamber.
He had freed her wrists a long time ago and had not spoken of tying her up again.
This is the perfect chance.
Lily’s thoughts were still spiraling when he rose to his feet and said to her, “Dinnae even think about escapin’ tonight. I ken that is what ye are thinkin’ about.”
“How can you tell?” she challenged. “You do not know what thoughts unravel in my head.”
“Aye, but I dinnae trust ye.”
He walked to her till she pressed herself against the wall, expecting it to give way for her.
“Ye should give up,” he thundered while staring down at her.
“Never! Not unless you let me go.”
“I am nae goin’ to do that.” He rubbed his chin and hissed out a deep breath. “I cannae do that.”
“Then I shall keep fighting you,” she snapped, her breaths becoming heavier, her pulse racing.
She was breathless and flushed when he leaned closer to her menacingly.
“Killian…” she murmured, fumbling with the rest of her words when his hot breath caressed her face.
What is he doing?
She froze where she stood and tried to ignore the things his nearness did to her insides.
Does he feel the same way? Does he feel this heat?
“Ye will grow tired of fightin’ soon,” he whispered, inching his face closer to hers. “Trust me.”
Lily usually would have had a reply lined up for him, but she couldn’t think of anything at that moment as his eyes melted into hers and he reached out to brush off some strands of hair away from her face. She couldn’t think of what to say to him, so she gasped and enjoyed the feel of his fingers gently caressing and gliding over her cheek.
Neither of them moved for a long moment after that, a silent struggle in the air. Lily considered pushing him away, but she was melting inside just from his light touch, and wanting more of it. So, how could she let him go now?
Seconds ticked away as his head drew closer, and soon, his lips brushed against hers once. It was tender, and it almost felt like it didn’t happen, but the rush of desire that clouded her judgment proved that it did.
Lily moaned just before he took her lips again. The onslaught of his kiss came as a shock. His right hand wrapped around her waist, and her ears started ringing loudly. She knew she should fight him, but she couldn’t.
Instead, her lips parted for his, and she gave in to the madness of her raging desire for the one man she shouldn’t want. His tongue glided into her mouth, making her moan louder, and her hands snaked around his neck in response.
She had never kissed a man, and she did not think she ever would, but right there at that moment, her inexperience meant little. Her body felt fuller than ever as his hands moved around her waist, up her back, and cupped her chin.
Killian nibbled on her lower lip, groaned into her mouth, and kissed her again harder this time, as if he wanted to devour her lips.
Lily wanted to devour him too. His light touch on her back was not nearly enough, so she pressed her body against his and instinctively raised herself on tiptoe to deepen the kiss.
His tongue inside her mouth was gentle but demanding. He teased her tongue with his, gripped her hips, and ground her against him, releasing a harsh groan that made her a puddle of liquid lust.
A distant howl of a wild animal in the night jolted Lily out of the madness her mind had escaped to. Stunned and appalled by what she was doing, she tore her lips from Killian’s and shoved him away, hard. He was her captor, for God’s sake!
He is the enemy. Killian is the enemy… He tried to take Yvaine. He kidnapped me… He’s the enemy.
But her chants did nothing to ease the blood rushing to her temples.
“Lily,” Killian murmured, his voice shaky.
