“I don’t care Samson. You either leave or I will”
Samson had never seen her look as angry as she did in that moment, not even when she found out that he was a vampire. Back then he had seen fear in her eyes. Right now it was just pure anger and he could see her fangs protruding from her mouth. He knew she meant it, and the last thing he wanted was for her to leave.
“Fine” he said softly. “I will spend the rest of the night in the next room. We will talk tomorrow morning”
With that he left the room and closed the door softly behind him. After he was gone, Isabella buried her face in the pillow and wept.
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Samson tossed and turned in the bed for an hour but he couldn’t rest or sleep… Couldn’t stop thinking about Isabella and the fact that he had Hurt her very badly. He couldn’t sleep knowing that she was in the next room and the only thing separating them was a damn wall. Also in such a short period of time, he had gotten used to sleeping with her by his side that he knew for sure that he wouldn’t be getting any sleep for the night. It was almost dawn but he still wanted to lie beside her, even if it was for a few hours.
He left the room and slowly opened the door of the bedroom they shared since she moved in. The light was still on and she was still wearing the bloody clothes. Obviously she had fallen asleep in them, he thought. He watched her as her chest lifted with her breathing. He should have let her rest instead of hurting her more. As if she hadn’t been through enough that night already. He hated himself for it.
She had told him to leave, but he didn’t want to stay away and he hoped she wouldn’t get mad when she woke up and found him beside her. He got into the bed with her, taking care and making sure not to wake her up. There were dried traces of tears on her cheeks and he couldn’t help but lean down and Kiss her forehead. Although he didn’t mean to, but the movement made her wake up.
Her eyes opened slowly and focused on him. She didn’t say anything and for a moment he thought that she would yell at him, but then she sighed and whispered, “Samson, you are here”
He gave her a small smile, but he had heard the pain in her voice, and he regretted once again that he had added to it
“Yeah I’m here” he replied. “I’m sorry that I came back. I know you don’t want me here, but I couldn’t stay away”
“No it’s fine. I’m glad you did. I do want you here”
He smiled and kissed her forehead again before his eyes moved to her shirt and he stared at the torn fabric where the arrow had gone through between her breasts and the blood stains on it.. “You should take this off” he said. He didn’t wait for her reply. Instead his hands moved and he opened the top button of her shirt. Isabella shifted a little but she didn’t try to push his hands away.
“Hold still.” Samson said. “I don’t want to keep looking at it and remembering that I almost lost you tonight.”
“It’s fine. You didn’t loose me” she said.
Samson opened another button. Isabella’s hand came up to help him. Gently he brushed it away and continued. As he eased another button open and glimpsed the curve of her breast, he sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, this had started off with good, innocent intentions. This wasn’t the time to get turned on, he thought as he suddenly began to feel too warm.
When the last button was undone, he pulled back the right side of her shirt, exposing her breast to his view. All thoughts flew right out of his head as his eyes took in the perfect roundness, the size of a grapefruit, waiting for his caress. He body always reacted this way whenever he was with her and he considered himself to be one lucky son of a bitch to have met someone this hot and beautiful. He coughed to clear his dry throat.
“The wound is completely healed now” He had to keep talking, so he wouldn’t fall over her and devour her. “The blood really helped. I could get some more if you are still thirsty”
He looked up and noticed that Isabella was staring at him. He knew that look in her eyes and he knew that she was thinking the same thing as he was. His gaze went back to her breast.
Slowly, he pushed her shirt off her shoulders and she lifted a little so he could take it off completely, her eyes never leaving his face. He cradled her left breast, loving the feeling of the weight of it in his hand. It was the perfect size for him, he thought and he gave it a barely noticeable squeeze. A perfect combination of firmness and softness greeted him.
“I should let you rest” He said, speaking in a low voice, even when he knew that that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Isabella finally met his eyes. “Don’t you dare” she replied.
He was surprised by the huskiness in her voice. Then he grinned at her before he dipped his head to her breast. The desire coursing through his loins had him in a tight grip. At the first lap of his tongue over her nipple, he grew hard. No way he was going to stop now.
“Belle,” he whispered as his tongue lapped over her hardened nipple.
He knew she was as aroused as he was when he felt her hands in his hair, holding him in place. His lips locked around her nipple, and slowly he suckled. His hand kneaded her gorgeous breast as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted like heaven, like a dream, a fairy tale.
The way she played with his hair turned him on even more and when she suddenly released a moan, he thought he would come right there and spill in his pants. His cock yearned for her soft center, but he wasn’t done yet.
Samson released her nipple, only to lavish his attention on her other breast. He wanted… No…, needed her-underneath him. He pressed her into the bed and shifted his own position, nudging his heavy thigh between her legs.