When Samson finally let go of her wrist, his lips moved. “Belle,” he whispered, but drifted back into unconsciousness instantly.
Isabella held him while she watched every movement of his body. She had surprised herself at how strong she’d been today. She was surprised at how she had gone from being mad at him to saving him immediately she saw him Hurt. She remembered what Vanessa had said about being his mate and she shivered. She wasn’t ready to accept that yet.
……….
Isabella woke in the middle of the night and looked around. Somehow she had fallen asleep. And a very peaceful sleep for that matter, she observed. There had been no dreams to trouble her this night, and she was glad because it had been a while since she slept this well.
She tried to stretch. Where was she? She asked herself. It was then that she remembered that she was in Samson’s house. In his room and on his bed. And that she had fallen asleep with her head on his chest.
She jerked up immediately and stared at him, but he didn’t move. He looked like he was fast asleep judging by his steady breathing. The cloth which had been used to cover him up had slid down his chest and now covered him from the waist down. Isabella took the opportunity to look at him. He was completely healed now, she observed. His wounds were gone and skin had grown over them. He looked like he was never Injured.
A lot of things had happened in the past hours that Isabella still felt like she was living in a dream and that she would wake up soon. But it didn’t look like that was a possibility. This was real life. Vampire’s were real, and she was lying in bed with one. A very hot one for that matter.
She was surprised when she heard him say, “You are staring, Belle”
Isabelle jerked as her gaze returned to his face. She realized that he was awake and had probably seen her gawking at him like a crazy person. That was embarrassing.
His eyes were open slightly, and Isabella found herself staring straight into them. She should have been glad when she had seen him Hurt. He was a vampire who fed on blood and Hurt people, but she realized that she had never been so scared in her life when she thought that he was going to die. The thought of him dying sent chills all over her and she couldn’t even understand herself any more. Right now, she was so happy to see that he was going to be okay.
“You are awake” she said softly and he nodded.
“Thanks to you” he said, “You saved my life
I hope I didn’t take much from blood from you. The last thing I want is to Hurt you.”
Isabella shook her head. “No I’m fine” she replied. “I’m just glad that you are okay”
He gave her a smile. More like one of those boyish grin of his and before Isabella knew it, she was lowering her lips to his for a Kiss. His lips were soft and firm, but unmoving but she didn’t care. She slid her lips over it, sucking his lower lip into her mouth as she gently cupped his face. She pushed tongue into his mouth, probing, tasting him and although he didn’t Kiss her back, he made a deep sound his throat, letting her know that he liked and was enjoying it just as much as she did.
Isabella pulled back and stared at him. His eyes were closed and she watched as his tongue darted out of mouth to lick his lips where she had just tasted.
“You do not want to Kiss me back” Isabella said, her voice sounding Hurt. Samson’s eyes flew open.
“No no” he said. “You don’t understand. Of course I want to Kiss you. I can’t tell you how much I want to Kiss you. But right now, all I want is to have6you sleep in my arms. No sex: I just want to be close to you. I don’t expect you to forgive me immediately; I know you’re still mad at me, but I need to have you close. I need to feel you breathe beside me, I need your warmth. Please.”
As much as Samson hungered for her body and to be inside of her, he owed her this much. He knew that she needed time to understand to all that had happened in the past hours. Everything had happened so fast that he was surprised that she was still there, and not freaking out. He still remembered that at first, it had been about sex for him, and he wanted her to know that that was not the case. He needed to prove to her that he didn’t just want her for sexual gratification. He needed her to know that he loved her and respected every decision that she had made. That he was grateful for her sacrifice and decision to save his life even when she had doubts and all he had done was disappoint her. If he could hold off his sexual urges for the night to prove to her that he needed her for something other than sex, he had a chance at making her his for good. It was worth the sacrifice. She was worth the sacrifice.
“Having you here, lying here with me is enough. More than I could ever ask for” he said.
“You want me just here with you? You won’t kiss me?” Isabella asked him.
He looked at her lips, slightly parted and moist. Of course he wanted to kiss her, but how could he stop after that? He pulled Isabella into his arms and pressed her head against his chest, smoothing his palm over her hair.
“I promised myself that I won’t touch you. Not right now. Not after everything that’s happened. I feel like you need some time”
“You’re touching me now.” Isabella interrupted.
me
“You know what I meant, so don’t split hairs with me.” He chuckled softly, knowing that if she teased him, she couldn’t be quite as mad anymore. “All I want right now is to feel you right here in my arms. That’s enough for me”