She responded to him with her own brand of passion and need. Her head filled with images of bliss, of the two of them dancing in the sun, in a sea of flowers.
Samson pulled back and suddenly gave her a short break to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with me. Live here. With me.”
“But, I have to go back to school and work.” Her protest was weak. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t just stay either. She had a life. she had an apartment. She couldn’t just leave. This was going so damn fast. They had to slow down.
“You can still do all that from here”
He took her upper lip between his and sucked gently. “Please.” His tongue swept over her lips. “Belle. We’ll talk about it later. But right now . . . ”
He flipped her masterfully and brought her underneath him, gazing into her eyes for a long moment.
Samson took what was his, and Isabella surrendered to his mouth, his tongue, his hands, and his body. His lovemaking was more tender than he thought he’d ever be capable of. There was no rush to join his body with hers. They would have plenty of time to explore each other.
This time all he wanted was to feel her, experience her body’s heat, feel her heart beat against his lips in an excited rhythm. Under his hands and his mouth, he felt her come alive and open up.
Isabella arched toward him every time his hands stroked from her neck down to her navel. He circled her beasts. His tongue lapped at her engorged tips teasing a strangled moan from her throat.
“Belle, I haven’t even started yet.” he said.
Her breath caught. “Oh, mercy.”
Mercy wasn’t what he had in mind. His searching fingers found the hooded nub between her legs and brushed over it. Isabella’s pelvis bucked toward him instantly, pushing his hand onto her moist petals. Unable to resist, he slipped his finger into her welcoming sheath.
“I want you now.” she whispered.
Samson had never heard her voice with such a husky undertone.
“You have me.” He underscored his statement by plunging his finger deep into her. She had no idea how she owned him-body and soul. He would tell her, soon.
The urging of her body became more intense, her hips moving in synch with his hand, riding him, like he knew she wanted to do with his cock. And she could ride him whenever she wanted to: he would never be able to deny her.
With slow movements, Samson eased himself above her, centering his aching cock. And inch by inch he descended until he was deeply lodged inside her. Every thrust made their joining deeper, connecting their bodies more until they moved as one.
They weren’t only connected by his erection impaling her, but also by their legs entangled, their arms intertwined, their lips merged. Her body fitted perfectly to his, as if someone in heaven had molded her for him.
Samson had never felt closer to any woman than to Isabella at that moment. He could feel her excitement build, as her pelvis started grinding against him more urgently. He responded in kind, moving in the rhythm she demanded. He realized how it filled him with joy, knowing he could pleasure her.
Samson held himself right at the edge, denying his release until he could be sure she was close. Her urgency took over, demanding he’d thrust harder and deeper, and he complied all too willingly despite the strength it cost him to hold back his own climax.
“Don’t stop.”
Her wish was his command.
“Not a chance.”
Her heels around his backside dug in deeper, and her fingernails on his back would have drawn blood if he’d had the fragile skin of a human. Then her orgasm hit him-as if her body was about to shatter into a million pieces. And like a row of dominos, it reached him, taking him with her, igniting his own release, making him spread his seed in her.
But it wasn’t over. He kept moving inside her, rocking back and forth, kissing her lips, holding her until he felt the last of her spasms subside.
As he locked eyes with her, he couldn’t speak. Didn’t want to break the magical moment of complete and utter bliss. He rolled to the side, taking her with him, unable to release her from his embrace, unwilling to leave her body.
When he finally spoke, his voice echoed in his ears: hoarse, colored by passion and desire, and something else he hadn’t felt in a long time-affection.
“I can give you a million reasons not to leave.”
And he would draw on every single one to convince her to stay.
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“Tell me about your friend. The one who is missing” Isabella said. “I have never met him, have I?”
It was morning now, but they were still in bed. Both exhausted after several rounds of love making that night. Now they just lay together. Isabella’s head on his shoulder, while his hand stroked her back gently.
Samson shook his head. “No you haven’t” he replied. “He’s still a Young man. George got turned six months ago. I turned him.
Isabella lifted her head to look at him in surprise.”Why?” she asked. Samson smiled and gently put her head back on his shoulder.
“I had to turn him” he replied. “He had been in a car accident, and he was dying. He would have died if I didn’t do anything, so I fed him my blood and turned him. Since then I felt responsible for him. I told him I was going to teach him. Told him that I would protect him”
His voice was filled with Hurt and regret, Isabella noticed and then she understood why it had been such a big deal for him to find him. He felt responsible for the Young man. He felt like he hadn’t kept his promise.
“I couldn’t help him. Couldn’t protect him like I promised. I don’t even know where to look? The person I suspected didn’t even have him. What if he’s dead already? What am I going to do?”
Isabella tried to help him think positively. “Maybe he’s not” she said. “You don’t have think that way. He might still be alive. You can ask questions. Talk to his friends. They should know where he was last seen. Sometimes things like this take time, but I’m sure he will be found”