“Oh, God, yes.” Isabella said and met each of his thrusts with an equally powerful reaction, their bodies slamming together so forcefully, he thought he’d break her into pieces. But he kept on impaling her on his hard shaft, filling her tight sheath perfectly.
Then suddenly her muscles squeezed him tighter as she came, too unexpected for him to stop the approach of his own climax. He could feel the waves crashing through her body. In a ripple effect they ignited what seemed like dynamite in his own cells, making him explode with the force of an atomic bomb. His head veered toward her neck, his fangs ready to rip her vein open and drink her blood.
Take her! She’s yours!
At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the seat as he collapsed on top of her.
Samson exhaled heavily, once, twice, three times. He’d almost bitten her. Almost. This was getting too dangerous for her. Yet, at the same time, he knew he couldn’t stop. He had thought just this once was going to be enough, but he realized how wrong he was. He needed more of her, and there weren’t enough hours in the night left to truly get his fill of her.
He kept his head buried in the pillow. Slowly his fangs receded into his gums, and he could feel the tension in his jaw ease.
“now that was really amazing,” she said, panting as heavily as he was.
Samson raised his head, knowing his fangs had fully retreated, and the red glow in his eyes had subsided. He would look completely normal to her again-or as normal as he could look after the most mind-blowing orgasm to date. He was sure he had a stupid grin plastered on his face. The kind of grin a sixteen-year-old boy would have after his first sexual encounter.
“You’re going to curse me tomorrow when you see all the bruises I’ve left you with. You’re so breakable.”
“I’m not any more breakable than any other woman.” she replied.
But a lot more breakable than a vampire female.
And a lot tastier. Her lips beckoned, and he couldn’t resist. Tenderly he kissed her, capturing her upper lip and gently sucking it into his mouth.
“You amaze me. It feels like you’re two different people, one wild and one tender.” Isabella said.
“Hmm.” She had no idea how accurate her assessment of him was, so instead of answering her, Samson decided to show her his tender self and continued his kiss.
When he finally pulled out of her, Isabella remembered something and flinched, “Oh no,” she said, “We totally forgot about using a condom”
He put his hand under her chin and made her look at him. “Belle, I don’t want you to worry about it. I can’t get you pregnant, and I guarantee you, I’m completely healthy.”
He pulled her up she he could lie on the seat and she could lie on him. Her breathing still a little ragged.
Her next reaction surprised him. “You can’t have kids?” He thought he could detect disappointment in her voice, but he had to be mistaken.
“Oh.” She leaned her head against his chest.
Not being able to have Kids was one of the the things that he hated about being a vampire, and he tried real hard not to think about it. It was another proof that he was going to spend his life alone. Not only could he not get a mate, but he also couldn’t have Kids. He had the sudden urge to change the subject. “Are you tired?” he asked her.
“Not particularly. I can’t sleep much at the moment. I’ve been having insomnia for a while now and I don’t know why.” Isabella replied.
“Insomnia?”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s strange. I’ve not been able to sleep much at night, and then during the day I’m completely exhausted.”
“Have you had that before?” Samson gently stroked her hair.
“No. I’m the kind of person who can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Put me in the back of a car and start driving, and I’ll nod off.”
“So, what’s keeping you up at night then? Too much work?”
Isabella shook her head, before she rested it back on his chest. “No. Work is normal as always. Just some nightmares. Nothing important.”
Samson wondered what kind of nightmares a woman like her could be plagued with. “Monsters?” he asked.
“Nothing important. Just really weird stuff. They kinda freak me out sometimes. But I think they will go away. At least, I hope they will”
Her hand on his stomach, absentmindedly stroking him, felt right to him. Intimate, personal, good.
“You don’t want to tell me exactly what you dream about… Why is that? You are making me even more curious. Are they… Dreams of a sexual nature? Because if they are, you can definitely tell… Especially… You know, after what we just did. You can’t be shy after all that ”
She gave him a light slap on his arm and he laughed. “It’s nothing to be curious about. And they are not sex dreams… I mean sometimes it is, but that’s not what scares me. They are silly dreams, you know. It’s just… Sometimes, I dream about someone, I’m not sure who… Because I don’t even see a face. Sometimes he’s…. Ermmm…. Making love to me… And sometimes he’s… Ermmm… I don’t know… Biting my neck… Like feeding off my blood. It’s very weird”
Immediately she said that, Samson lifted her head with his hands so he could look at her face. She had to be kidding, but there was no sign of playfulness on her face.
“See, I told you it was weird” Isabella said. “I’m a freak. I shouldn’t have said anything. Now you are going to think that I’m crazy or something like that.”
Samson shook his head. “No no, Belle. I don’t think that at all. It’s the last thing on my mind honestly. You are right, the dream is definitely weird, but like you said, I’m sure it will go away soon. You just need some rest”
Isabella nodded and gave him a small smile. “Now speaking of rest” she said, “I have to go home now”
She tried to get off him, but he wrapped one hand around her waist, holding her firmly on top of him. “Stay, Belle” he whispered. “Spend the night with me”