Samson glanced back at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but her lips were parted. When he slid one finger along her wet folds, he watched as she drew her lower lip into her mouth and bit on it. He moved his finger higher and found the little hooded bundle of flesh he was looking for. The moment he circled it with his moist finger, she moaned and twisted in the sheets. Her teeth released her lip, and she panted.
“Samson please.” she moaned.
He didn’t wait any longer. With a groan he sank down between her legs and opened her pussy up with both his hands. Her flesh was pink and moist and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His tongue darted out and took its first tentative lick against her female flesh, lapping up the juices that oozed from her slit.
As they hit the taste buds on the back of his tongue, his body went rigid. A bolt akin to a lightning strike hit his body and vibrated through him. He shuddered..
Her taste filled him with such satisfaction and at the same time made him hunger for more. Samson lifted his head and growled. Then he sank his mouth back onto her core and gave her what her body so desperately needed. His mind catalogued every groove of her pussy, every fold, every ridge as he enjoyed lapping his tongue against her slit. He noticed every tiny movement she made and every breath she took.
His heart drummed in his chest. She was a feast, and he’d never had a more sumptuous buffet spread out only for him to indulge in. Without haste he devoured her, nibbled on her soft flesh, licked and sucked her heated skin. He watched for every reaction from her, every moan, every sigh.
His hands slipped underneath her ass to tilt her upwards so he could drive his tongue into her tight channel.
“Oh!” he heard her moan.
Determined to give her the ultimate pleasure, he fucked his tongue in and out of her pussy, then alternated it with licking her clit. The little bundle of flesh was engorged and erect. Every time he flicked his tongue against it, her body trembled. Samson sensed that she was close, and even though he didn’t want this to end, he knew what he had to do.
He slipped a finger into her wet folds and felt her muscles grip him tightly. With his mouth he sucked her clit and pulled it between his lips, pressing them together tightly.
Isabella’s body shook. He felt the spasms in her pussy clench his finger and the waves lap against his lips as her climax rocked through her. Her scream was the purest sound of release he’d ever heard.
Samson kept his mouth surrounding her clit and licked against it gently as she rode out her orgasm.
She felt the waves of pleasure course through her body and greeted the release they brought with them. Samson’s head reared up, and his gaze collided with hers. She’d never seen him like this. His eyes were dark with passion and his lips raw and moist from her juices.
“Take me inside you, now.” he said.
Her hand came up to touch his face, then she moved her finger and ran it over his lips. He saw no fear in her eyes, only excitement.
Without breaking their eye contact, she positioned herself above him and bore down, slowly and steadily. The tip of his erection touched her moist center, and he groaned. Her body continued its descent, taking him into her hot sheath, clenching tightly around him, pushing him deeper until he was inside her to the hilt.
For a moment he couldn’t move for fear he’d spill instantly. She seemed to understand and remained completely still.
Samson turned his head to his nightstand. A ceremonial dagger glinted in the dim candlelight as he took it in his hand. Isabella’s eyes followed his movements. He led the blade to his shoulder and pressed it down where his neck and his shoulder met. Drawing the dagger forward, he cut through his skin.
He felt the trickle of blood instantly and set the dagger aside.
“Drink from me.” he said.
Isabella saw the blood spill from his cut and lowered herself over his torso.
“I love you, Belle”
Without hesitation she placed her mouth over the open skin and suckled. The warm liquid ran over her tongue and down her throat, the taste surprisingly sweet. She latched harder onto his shoulder, wanting more. Isabella felt his arms around her, pressing her closer to him, his cock moving inside her, thrusting, plumping.
With a move she barely noticed, he flipped them, bringing her underneath him, now plunging his shaft deeper into her.
“Now we bond,” she heard his voice, before she felt his mouth at her neck. His tongue licked her skin, making it tingle, and then his fangs connected, breaking through her skin, burying themselves in her.
There was no pain, only pleasure when she felt his sucking motion and knew her blood transferred from her body to his. Then Samson’s deep guttural moan reverberated in her body.
A lightheadedness spread within her as if she were floating on a cloud, and she took more of him. His blood streamed down her throat and warmed her from the inside, awoke every cell and made her entire body tingle. Like electricity, it traveled through her veins, igniting sensations previously unknown, lighting a flame inside her.
Her body clenched with need, wanting and accepting his body and soul and offering hers in return. Isabella felt his raw power and strength as his shaft drove deeper into her, filling her, completing her.
She ground against him, asking for more. Samson’s body tightened even further under her demand, and his cock expanded in her already-tight channel. With every movement, withdrawing, then thrusting again, he teased each nerve ending in her body and made the fire inside her burn hotter.
There was no need to speak, because she sensed everything he felt. How he needed her blood inside him, how his cock yearned for release, to spill himself and plant his seed. Her own desire to receive him grew with every second.
Isabella felt every cell in her body burn, hurtling her toward her climax. He was there with her, tumbling into the abyss as their bodies found their release within each other. Floating, carrying each other, connected.