DeLeina, Maya - Veil of Seduction [Ambrose Heights Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

undone. You have already begun. You are my responsibility. You are my newborn.”
    Steffan reached for his vampire, lifting him from the ground.
    In one sweeping motion, Steffan took to the sky with his newborn safely tucked in his arms.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Anya Evans’s long, slender legs wrapped around the instrument as her fingers graced the strings of the cello. Bach’s cello “Suite No. 1 in G major” filled the room with a heavenly sweetness. As the last rays of the sunset spilled through the windows, the golden hues glistened against her olive skin and bounced off the movements of her bow. Her last student of the day had cancelled the early evening lesson, and since she still hadn’t heard from Ryan, she spent the time enjoying the way the acoustics seemed to carry each note and suspend in the room with an undefined enchantment. She closed her eyes and let the music flow through her body.
    The beauty of the melody transported her and rejuvenated her spirit.
    Hours passed, and Anya packed away her cello safely in its case. She walked the width of the room, listening to the resonating tones each footstep made against the wooden floor.
    She settled at the window and gazed at the scenery outside.
    Steam emanated from the long stacks of the cooling towers of the nearby power plant. The white clouds hovered over the building and slowly separated, taking on various forms and shapes. Against the darkened sky, they looked like large apparitions, morphing eerily as their shades of white were highlighted by the moonlight. She reached for the red jasper that hung from a delicate, black velvet cord around her neck and stroked the polished stone with her thumb and forefinger. She fell deeper in her gaze, leaning her forehead against the cool pane of glass. A light snow flurry was now discernable. The purity of the snow, its delicate, lacy quality, suddenly changed the mood. The scene outside seemed to evoke romance, altering the ghostlike clouds to take on a much different form. The clouds now looked like two lovers in an embrace.
    She was captivated with the sight.
    Anya lifted the stone, pressing it against her lips, and smiled as she reminisced about the first intimate exchange with her husband.
    “ Ryan!” Anya whimpered in the heat of passion.
    Ryan reached up, tracing his thumb against her lips.
    Her breath was hot and erratic. Her long hair swayed back and forth with her rhythmic movement.
    She rode him, naughty and wild.
    “Jesus…you’re so beautiful,” Ryan moaned, his breathing labored and lustful.
    Anya knew he had waited for this very moment. After all, he courted her months on end, doing and saying all the right things. In the end, it was something as simple as a conversation about his family tragedy some fourteen years ago that finally won her over.
    As he wanted, she was on full display for him.
    With each move, Anya lured Ryan into a hypnotic spell.
    She was creative, vibrating and swirling with undulating moves. She enraptured Ryan as she performed a slow and erotic grind down his shaft. She lifted her arms, running her hands sensually through her hair and then traced back down slowly, cupping her breast in an offering gesture to Ryan.
    “Kiss,” Anya begged.
    Ryan lifted and brought his mouth to her breast. He wasted no time in any delicacy. He took her in, sucking hard.
    Ryan lay back down, laced his hands between the intricate carvings in the headboard, and focused on Anya.
    “Make me come, Anya,” Ryan demanded as he remained motionless under her.
    Anya leaned forward, her fingers splayed across Ryan’s chest, bracing herself for her devouring. She looked down at him, melting in his stare.
    Ryan was beautiful.
    She had never used that word to describe a man before. Beauty was typically reserved to describe traits in a woman. Yet somehow, beauty captured everything about Ryan—his curling eyelashes, expressive, brown eyes, unblemished, white skin, perfect bone structure. He was a