Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) Read Online Free PDF Page B

from me,”
she hissed, not turning around.
    “ And we both know that I can never do that,”
came the low, quiet reply.
    “ Why? Oh, right, I forgot. You're Death. It's
your job to cause pain and misery, so you have to make your unwelcome
presence felt and mess up our happy lives.” Emma narrowed her
eyes as she pivoted round slowly to face him. But the sneer left her
face when she set eyes on him.
    He was still as devilishly handsome and as sexy as
before. She glimpsed his toned, tanned physique under his cloak as
he moved towards her. But his eyes—they were no longer the
clear, shimmering blue of the sky. The light and laughter were gone
from his blue eyes. In their place were swirling, tormented pools of
black. He was still tall and imposing, but he wore a haunted, hunted
look.
    “ What...what happened to you?” Her resolve
to hate him faltered as she took a step towards him.
    He laughed, and it was a harsh, bitter sound.
    “ What happened? Did you forget, Emma? I killed
someone,” he growled, the shadows darkening under his eyes.
    She looked down.
    “ I killed someone you love.”
    She jerked her head up, and stared into his dark,
tortured eyes. “I didn't love him,” she whispered at
last.
    For a timeless moment, they just stood in the middle of
her office facing each other. Finally, she surfaced to breathe and
blink, and immediately he reached out to grab her.
    He crushed her to him, hugging her like he would never
let her go. Emma gasped but she didn't fight him. She had been
struggling with all these strange, conflicting emotions and dreams
for so many months and years. She just didn't want to fight her own
heart anymore. She had tried to deny her feelings, but they were
growing too powerful and too painful.
    She had always had the feeling that Death was near her,
watching her, waiting for her. But he had never shown himself.
Until that night. That night Brett died.
    When she saw him again, her heart almost stopped. For
so many nights and months and years, she had longed to see him again.
Just for once, just for one night, just for one moment. But he
never came back. He had taken her in her blood-soaked bed nine years
ago, and she never saw him again. But of course, he was Death so not
seeing him was a good thing, right? Just k eep telling
yourself that, Emma. Her head told her that she should be
thankful that Death stayed away from her, but her traitorous heart
ached for him. He had made love to her the night he came to take her
life, and he had left her—alive. More alive than she had ever
felt in a long, long while. He had shown her the sinful, delicious
pleasures of the flesh and how intensely one could love and live.
She craved his touch, his kiss, his rock hard body. She had been
trying to find that same touch, trying to ignite that spark and
inferno. She'd had many lovers through the years, but no one had
come close.
    As she tilted her face up to him, his mouth was already
on hers, hungrily ravishing her lips, kissing her like he would
devour her. Her lips parted readily, allowing him to push his tongue
deep in and take her. His large, roving hands kneaded her breasts
through her blouse and bra, before tearing her blouse right off her
shoulders. The ripping sound echoed round her office and she stifled
a cry as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He bit the edge of her
bra down to expose her nipple and kissed the nipple softly before
taking it into his mouth and sucking it hard. Emma's knees weakened
and she gripped his strong shoulders for support.
    “ Why? Why have you come back? Why...why haven't
you come back?” she whispered angrily, digging her nails into
his back. “How could you...do you know...”
    “ Yes, Emma. I know,” he breathed against
her skin. “I know.”
    “ So—now, are you going to fuck me senseless,
and leave me, again?” Emma fisted his short, blond hair and
forced him to look into her eyes.
    The black in his eyes darkened until she felt she was
drowning in them.