With eager hands Isabella pulled at his robe until it gave way and opened so she could feel his skin under her fingers. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she could love a man without reservations the way she loved Samson. Excitement pulsed in her veins as she felt his hands unwrap her from her robe.
Finally Samson’s naked skin connected with hers. She virtually felt the sizzle the connection created, the thrills it sent through her body, the anticipation it created in her brain. His erection pressed against her thigh, not asking for entry yet, but reminding her of his purpose. To take her, to possess her, to share himself with her.
His hands roamed liberally over her body, without rush, but with determination. She returned his ministrations with the same fervor he showed. No square inch of his body would escape her touch. Not her fingers, nor her mouth or tongue. She pressed against him, and he understood what she wanted and rolled onto his back taking her on top.
Isabella pulled herself up to look at him. He was beautiful. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his chest ripped with muscles. She trailed her fingers along his torso. From beneath her lashes she noticed him watching her as she explored him. She discovered deep desire in them, yet he didn’t move, but allowed her to take the time she needed to learn him.
Isabella still couldn’t understand why an amazing man like Samson could fall in love with her, but she didn’t question it anymore. What she saw in his eyes told her that his love was real. Samson was hers. Her man. Her vampire. Her mate.
Her hand traversed the valley of his stomach to find the dark nest of curls surrounding his proud cock. Her lips followed the path her hands had traveled to arrive at the shaft she knew was yearning for her touch.
Samson inhaled sharply when her fingers touched the round velvet-soft head of his cock. Fully aware of the effect her touch had on him, she continued and ran her fingers from the tip down to the base. Slowly, very slowly. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his arousal. Instantly she licked her lips, moistening them.
“I want you, Samson,” she whispered before her tongue touched the tip of his erection and started the long descent to the base.
“Belle, I’m yours.” His voice was almost unrecognizable. Deep and husky.
Samson dug his fingernails into the sheets to stop himself from pushing toward her. The sensation of her tongue on his cock almost shattered his control. What had he ever done in his life to deserve a woman like her? Isabella had accepted him wholeheartedly, and with every touch she showed him her love.
The moment she took him into her mouth, he, Samson, a strong and powerful vampire, was powerless in her arms. Vulnerable and at her mercy. Safe.
He moaned and moved his hips upwards, asking for a deeper penetration. And she heard his request, sliding her lips down along his hard shaft until he was completely buried inside her. Her warmth and moisture engulfed him, cradled him. In the shelter of her mouth he grew harder. Her sucking and her licking became more intense, and he pressed his head back into the pillow, suppressing a scream of pleasure.
Samson felt his fangs itch, eager for her blood. How he had ever been able to hold back during the nights they’d spent together, he didn’t know. Feeling her the way he felt her now, he realized he’d never had a chance to walk away from her after that first kiss.
His fangs extended as a roar left his chest. He called for his mate. “Belle!”
He felt her hesitancy in letting go of his cock, but he pulled her up with his strong arms, rolled her onto her back and looked into her eyes. “Not yet baby. Not yet.”
Samson tipped her chin up with his hand and brought his lips to hers for a feather light kiss. The more he inhaled her scent the deeper he felt the connection to her. When her lips parted under his, he invaded her and captured her tongue with his, stroking and licking, dancing and withdrawing. His saliva mingled with hers, and the taste of their combined fluids drugged him.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, then trailed his mouth along her neck to kiss her heated skin. He smelled the enticing scent of her blood coming from her plump vein and growled. His fangs lengthened and pushed passed his lips.
His gaze swept over her trembling body and he stared at the hard nipples sitting on top of her plump beasts. Samson’s hand slid to those breasts and cupped one of them. It filled his hand, the hard nipple rubbing against the center of his palm. His thumb explored her, caressed her flesh and grazed her nipple.
She arched into his touch, and dropping his head, he licked his tongue over the nipple. Her hand slid onto the back of his neck to hold him to her breast.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
Samson sucked the beautiful flesh deeper into his mouth and continued circling his tongue over the captured nipple while at the same time kneading her breast in his palm. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her, the texture of her skin, the scent of it.
His cock rapidly pumped full with blood and went harder in anticipation. He trailed his fingers down over her stomach, going past her thighs. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she moaned and arched her back off the bed.
She was soaked with her arousal, a scent so intense it nearly robbed him of all reason. Trying to tamp down his lust, he stroked his fingers against the wet mound and felt her warm female flesh.
“Oh, God, Belle”
Her legs immediately spread wider, inviting him to look at her, touch her, devour her. As he worked his way down her body, following the scent he would never be able to resist, her moans became more pronounced.
He wanted to eat her delectable pussy, to feast on her, drink her nectar and lick her until she came apart in his mouth. She would be at his mercy, vulnerable and spread wide, unable to escape his seeking tongue.