To Love and Serve Read Online Free PDF Page A

there.”
    He sucked in a breath and held it, battling the demon that awakened at the memory of her taste. It wanted to come out and play. In a blast of speed, he surged to his feet, sweeping her into his arms. The hard points of her breasts rubbed against his chest as she raised her hands to his shoulders for support.
    “You don’t need to ask twice, darlin’,” he managed as he carried her to their bedroom.
    He kicked open the door, revealing the preparations he’d finished earlier that night. A dozen strategically placed candles bathed the room in soft light. Across the king-sized bed, a riot of crimson rose petals were a shock of life against the cream-colored sheets.
    She chuckled and nuzzled the crook of his neck, whispering, “I guess you knew you’d be in the doghouse.”
    “If our fights always end here, I won’t complain.”
    “Neither will I,” she said, and playfully bit the underside of his jaw before dropping a line of kisses along its edge. As she neared his chin, he turned his face and took her mouth in a deep, soul-searing kiss that had them both shaking.
    Arms trembling from his barely leashed desire, he lowered her to the edge of the bed. She sat there for a moment, arms braced behind her, providing him a view of all her lush femininity and lean strength. Biting her lower lip again, she reached down and undid the snap on her jeans, shimmied out of them, then sat back again. Slowly she parted her legs, giving him a glimpse of her sex, reminding him of his promise.
    He ripped off his shirt, sending buttons flying in his haste to be close to her. He was only a little more careful with his pants, maybe because even the slight shift of the zipper against the pressure of his erection nearly crippled him, he was so hard. He shucked off his pants, kicking them aside, pleased as her eyes widened and a strangled sigh of promised pleasure escaped her.
    She was as ready for his lovemaking as he was—but first there was a promise to keep.
    Stepping between the vee of her legs, he skimmed the tips of his fingers along her thighs, a tantalizingly slow back-and-forth brush. Beneath her skin, her muscles jumped and shivered with anticipation.
    He pressed upward to the nearly black nest of curls at her center, teasing them aside to reveal the swollen and flushed nub at her core. His gaze skipped to hers just long enough to see the way she hungered for his special kiss.
    Not wanting to disappoint, he dropped to his knees and slicked his lips against that sensitive button, dragging a low moan from her.
    She tangled her fingers in his hair and urged him forward. “Ryder,” she whispered.
    He would never tire of hearing her say his name.
    He leaned into his kiss, bringing his lips full against her, sucking and biting while easing a finger into her wet heat. The smell of her, of her desire for him, roused the demon, and he released a deep growl of need.
    She responded with a tremor that wracked her body. Her hand clenched against his skull, urging him on, accepting the darkness that always lay just beneath his human veneer and hers.
    His body heated as the demon erupted, blasting past his control. It wanted a taste of her, too. He dragged his exposed fangs along the flesh of her nether lips.
    Shivering and moaning at his touch, she grasped his shoulders and urged him upward.
    He moved up, their bodies damp with sweat, the aroma of their passion a potent pheromone to the demon Ryder fought to keep in check. His erection settled at her center and the heat and wet of her beckoned him. But he paused, waiting for her permission, showing her that control was still possible. Wanting her to recognize she could also be the master of her desires if she’d commit to his world.
    …
    Diana met Ryder’s gaze, bright with neon. The lines of his face were harsh with the struggle to command his vampire. She cupped his jaw, and with her thumb she traced his mouth and the exposed length of fang, showing him she did not fear this