Romancing The Dead Read Online Free PDF

said around a yawn.
    His eyes twinkled. “Absolutely.”
    I smiled, but my shoulders sagged. I wasn’t really in the mood for sex, but I also didn’t have a good reason to turn down the offer. For once, I had the day off work tomorrow, so I could sleep in. The hour was late, but once things got under way I ’d certainly forget all my sleepiness. Still . . . I couldn’t help but wonder what prompted this sudden interest. Was it really me or was he still thinking about Blythe?
    Of course, if I said no, she’d seem ten times more attractive.
    “You’re not up for it, are you?” Sebastian asked. “Too worn out, love?”
    “I’m never too tired for you,” I said. Smiling, I held out my hand. I was tired, but I was going to be damned if I was going to let that other woman occupy his mind. He wanted sex? I was going to take that boy and show him why he came home to me every night despite all the other ghouls.
    His grin widened as I led him to the bedroom.
    2.
    Moon
    KEYWORDS: Instincts, Moods, Habits
    Sebastian flipped me over and went for my throat.
    We’d been playing kind of rough from the start. A little tease here, a little taunt there. I ’d pulled at his clothes and he’d torn my underwear a bit. In the morning, I was going to have cloth burns in odd spots.
    Now I found myself holding on to the headboard and feeling his breath hot on my neck. His hands roamed the contours of my breasts. I shivered. He was going to bite me, I was sure of it.
    I arched my back, driving us together, harder. I needed him to know I wanted it. His lips touched my neck soft, fluttering. I pushed us deeper and was rewarded with a deep moan from him. Teeth nipped at my shoulders, pricking skin, but not sinking deeply. I rocked faster.
    The headboard banged against the wall, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment thinking of my downstairs neighbors. The flush of my cheeks was lost in the general heat of passion. Sweat trailed down my body, slicking the spaces between us. Sebastian groaned. I was certain his vocalization was a prelude to biting me, so I steeled myself to surrender to it. Thrusting myself toward him, I found myself vaguely disappointed when it was lips, not teeth, that met my shoulder. Sebastian came a moment later and, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice that my own passion flagged.
    We disentangled and lay on the bed panting.
    The heat of the room was stifling. Even so, Sebastian reached out and entwined his hand with mine. His thumb caressed the back of my hand where our fingers curled together. We lay there holding hands, and I could sense his breath evening out. My own eyes started to feel heavy, but I rolled onto my side and gave Sebastian a heartfelt peck on the cheek.
    “I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
    He chuckled. “I always thought that when you said that after sex, it didn’t count.”
    “Only for a guy,” I teased, stroking his hair with my free hand. Unlike mine, his was silky and completely devoid of sweat. “How is it,” I asked him, “that you’re impervious to the temperature, but you’re not cold as a corpse?”
    I felt the mattress bounce as he shrugged. “Magic?”
    Unlike a traditional vampire, Sebastian had been “turned” by his own alchemical formula. As he was fond of saying, he had no blood sire but science. Though, when his formula ran out after a thousand years, we discovered that there was also a strong element of magic that he hadn’t been able to reproduce until he met me—well, me and Lilith, anyway.
    “Do you think we should tell Lilith about our engagement?” I asked, flopping back to stare at the ceiling.
    “How are you proposing we do that, exactly? I mean, doesn’t She already know?”
    It was my turn to shrug. “I suppose,” I said, “But I get the sense She’d love to see you on your knees.”
    Sebastian hadn’t actually gotten down on one knee for me, but he had been awfully romantic. He ’d sent me a formal invitation to high tea at his place. On our