Daylight - Book 1 (No Death for the Wicked) Read Online Free

lusting ambitions to cloud her judgment; again she submits to me and begins disrobing.  This display bears no real significance, only to entertain me. Her feminine figure is quite intriguing, and therefore worth the view. I cup her breast and lower myself to sample the sweet and tender flesh. Delaying each languid stroke of my tongue, I nip and suck at the crest of her tight round nipples. On cue she angles her head back and ushers out a sinful moan.  I trail my tongue across her other supple breast and slide it downward along her warm lush skin, as I bury myself with her taste.
    Panting, breathless, and weakened, she collapses in my arms. My opportunity unveils itself and I press my lips to hers, lacing our tongues together in a n intimate dance with death. My hand clamps an unyielding hold around her neck, as I suck the essence of life out of her. Crushing my mouth fiercely over hers, drinking in her silent screams, watching her once blue eyes become hollowed out and ghastly gray. Siphoning through her memories, she beckons me with a paling expression. Her muffled grunts and agonizing sobs quickly ebb away and I'm finally able to view her life, the moments in time that she cherished the most, the times she feared the most, to the first time she had sex to the last thought before she dies.
    Her soul tips the scale of impurity and I bask in the faithless. I raise my hand and within a pulse pounding second, I'm unclothed. Slamming her against the wall I sink myself deep inside her. Thrust after mind-numbing thrust, I study her mortified face, removing my mouth from her blacken lifeless lips and hiss in her ear, “Is this what you wanted? This is your last thought before you die?” Motionless, the only response I receive is the gasping, airless end of her life.  I savor the last throbbing beat of her heart, watch her skin become drawn and haggard. Sensing her body temperature plummeting, I withdraw placing my grisly clawed hand against her cold cheek. Once I touch her, she's nothing more than a bag of bones. I lean down, scooping her up in my arms and toss the pasty corpse into the water. I sneer as the body floats idly down, “It's unfashionable to be obsessed with death, sweetheart.” Arranging my hood back, concealing my face, I step out into the night. 
     
    Mattie
     
    My relentless fist bangs the bathroom door, “Hey! What the hell, did you pass out in there?!” I huff out an annoyed sigh and finally head outside. I actually had a glimmer of hope thinking that Graham would grant us his gorgeous presence at some point, but he never came back.  The dull thud from my boots echoes with each step I take as I traipse around the porch. I need to find a distraction. My amplifying pissed off mood will get me in trouble if I don't adjust my outlook on things. I'm hungry, the pangs in my stomach make me restless, and the onset of a splitting headache doesn't assist with my mood. I duck under a stretch of fake, stringy cobwebs and a hanging corpse encased with fabricated webs. I catch a guy adorning a Thor costume with a cigarette in hand, I snicker at the image and hide my cheesy grin. “Can you spare a smoke?” 
    He gives me a skeptical, hard look for a moment and hands me one of the coffin nails before he strides away. “THANK YOU! Fucker,” I yell, pacing with a smoke but no light, what good is it to me now? I have no idea where Sammie is, probably getting lucky with a guy or two. I lean against the banister, holding the cigarette between my fingers, brooding over my nagging dependency. When a shiny expensive Dupont lighter wavers in front of my cigarette and I glance up to meet Graham's unearthly blue eyes.
    “You know these will kill you?” He mentions as I suck the flames through the cigarette, lighting it.
    “I doubt it,” I comment back as he releases the lighter and the iridescent red flame vanishes. I drag the smoke directly into my lungs and revel in the small nicotine muse. I can sense him analyz ing