CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
“Another thing you should know” Samson said as soon as she released him. “You remember those liquids you saw in the car?”
Isabella nodded. She had wondered for a while what that was.
“It’s a herb” Samson continued. “Although the ones you just saw have been turned into liquid form. I will show you the plant itself when we get home. It’s called juniper, and it’s very harmful to vampires. Drinking or getting shot with an arrow or bullet that has been dipped in that liquid can cause a lot of pain to a vampire. Also it can have serious effects on your abilities as a vampire. The good thing is that it can’t kill you, but it will weaken you long enough to give your enemy enough time to finish you off. Hunters use it too. Remember that night when you got shot?”
Isabella looked away and nodded. This was the first time he was mentioning that night since they had a fight about it. Isabella was grateful for his silence on the subject because she just wasn’t ready to talk about it. She didn’t even want to think about it. She didn’t want to think about the fact that the reason why her father had walked away from her was just so he could be a vampire hunter. She just couldn’t get it. Honestly, she would have felt better if he had left because he had started another family with someone else. Anything but this, especially when she was a vampire now too. What would he do? Kill her? He probably would.
Samson must have noticed that she was distracted because he asked, “Are you alright, Belle?”
“Yes” Isabella replied hurriedly. “You were saying that juniper is bad for vampires and I shouldn’t get it in my system. It definitely didn’t feel good when I did. Got it… So what else. What’s the sharpened wood for?”
Samson picked up the stake where he had dropped it. “This is a stake” he said, “And having one driven into your heart is fatal. It is the only way to kill a vampire apart from chopping off the head.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” Isabella said. “This whole thing is just getting creepy. Are you trying to scare me and make me regret turning?”
Samson’s eyes widened in surprise. “No” he said, “The last thing I want to do is scare you. I just think these are things that you should know so that you can protect yourself. I will be here to protect you but you should know these things in case I’m not around.” he dropped the stake and moved towards her, and pulled her gently into his arms.”I just want you to be safe, Belle. I waited so long for you and I can’t bear the thought of loosing you. You complete me Belle. I don’t want to go back to living the way I was before I met you”
“You won’t loose me Samson” Isabella replied as she cupped his face in her palm. “I’m all yours and I will always be here… With you…”
She stopped talking when he tilted her head up and covered her mouth with his. She flicked her tongue out to sample his lips without thought. He groaned and she found herself held tighter arms, their lips and bodies locked passionately together.
She wound her arms around his neck and pulled herself up his body, standing on her very tiptoes, pressing herself as close to him as possible. He swung her up into his arms, never breaking the kiss. She opened her mouth, inviting him inside and he took the invitation with the power of an invading army.
He was moving. She didn’t care where he was taking her. She just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. She felt her back against one of the trees, But still he didn’t lift his mouth from hers and she didn’t open her eyes.
Awash with sensation, her sensory receptors were inundated with pleasures. The feel of his more than solid body on hers told her he intended to do. Her legs instinctively parted, making room for him against her most sensitive flesh. Wearing only her panties underneath her gown which was now bunched around her waist and exposing her laps, she could feel his hard limbs slid against feminine softness. The sensitive flesh of her inner thighs thrilled to the press of hard, sculpted muscles. His hands were all over her skin, leaving a trail of hot desire in their wake.
She moaned and arched toward him, pressing her womanhood against his hardness. She trembled, feeling possessed. Swollen and hotly lubricated tissues ached to be appeased with a more direct caress.
His mouth broke from hers to trail hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck and across the skin exposed above the line of her dress. “I could take you now. Belle! I want to take you now.” He pressed his body into hers, sending further sensation sweeping through the core of her, then he rocked into her in an exciting imitation of the mating act.
She arched her pelvis, every sliding contact between his hardness and her sensitized nerve endings sending jolt after jolt of pleasure zinging through her.
He lifted away from her, withdrawing his body from the direct contact she craved. She gasped, trying to reconnect with his body, but strong hands held her to the tree. “How about a quickie right here”
“Yes,” she practically screamed. It was getting late and no one was around anyways. At least she hoped so.
Her words had a profound impact on his self-control and without another word, he unzipped her dress, then pulled down one hand of her bra, exposing her beast. She felt the cool breeze against her skin, then cried out with joy when his mouth fit itself over the turgid nipple. He suckled and she flew apart, her body straining for a release.
“Oh Samson.” She moaned as he sucked. Her muscles locked in painful rigidity as she strained toward him and the pleasure his touches promised.
One of his hands slid lower and he pulled her soaked panties to one side and fondled her intimately. Isabella could do nothing but stare at him through vision hazed by passion.
“I’m going to cum, Samson” she panted.
CHAPTER SIXTY THREE