“You will always have me. That you can be sure of” Samson replied. His lips descended on hers until finally they locked together in a kiss of pure love. Capturing her lips with his, he poured his heart into her as he invaded the caverns of her mouth with his tongue. He wasn’t there to plunder, but to share. Her tongue met his, offering him what he knew he could never take: her trust. It was for her to give.
Their mouths fused in a passionate surrender to each other, neither one being the conqueror nor the conquered. Partners, equals in love. Both with equal strength and equal weakness for each other, both powerful and powerless at the same time.
Samson felt images invading his mind, images of lavender, the meadow, the sun. She opened up to him to take him to a place of utter happiness, a place without a care in the world, a place where he was just man, not beast.
Never breaking their kiss, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed, no, to their bed. He laid her onto the crisp sheets and covered her with his body. The only things between them were their clothes, barely providing any barrier to their passion.
With eager hands they pulled at each other’s clothes till they were both naked and they could feel skin under their fingers. Never in Isabella’s 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 on her body.
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, if a man could be called beautiful. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his chest devoid of hair and 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.
Isabella still couldn’t understand how and 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 family.
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. 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 and looked into her eyes. “Take me inside you, now.”
Her hand came up to touch his face, then she moved her finger and ran it over his fangs.
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.
“Drink from me.” he said softly.
Isabella said nothing as she lowered herself over his torso.
“I love you, Belle.”
Without hesitation she placed her mouth over his skin and bit into it, then she began to suck. The warm liquid ran over her tongue and down her throat, the taste sweet. She latched harder onto his shoulder, wanting more. She felt his arms around her, pressing her closer to him, his cock moving inside her, thrusting, pumping.
With a move she barely noticed, he flipped them, bringing her underneath him, now plunging his shaft deeper into her.
“Oh Belle,” 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 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, lighting a flame inside her..
Her womb 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.
When she released his shoulder, she felt him do the same.
“Oh, Samson!” she cried.
He kissed her, catching her as she came down from her high. “I’m here, sweetness, I’m here.” he replied.
She panted heavily. Had she even breathed during the entire time? She couldn’t remember. “Oh that was so amazing.” she said.
Samson chuckled softly. “The deeper the love, the more intense the bonding. The love I have for you grows stronger every day”
Isabella brushed her lips to his. “I feel the same way.”
“Your heart is pure. I’m honored you gave it to me.” He kissed her tenderly.
“I’m going to love this. All of it. Being a vampire. Living here with you and sharing every part of my life with you” she said.
“I will too” Samson replied. “So, when are we going to have that human wedding?”
Isabella laughed out loud. “What?” she asked, genuinely surprised. “I had no idea that we were planning a wedding.”
“Well, I know that you want to live a normal life as possible and I want you to have wherever you want. I ermm.. I know that there are better ways to propose but I ermm.. I guess I just decided to bring it up now because I obviously suck at stuff like this. I hope you’re ready for that and that you say yes.”
Isabella laughed. “I don’t think it sucked” she said, “And besides we are vanpires, so we have a lot of time to do what ever we want whenever we want. I’m ready for anything with you.” She smiled and kissed him.
“Anything? I can think of a thing or two . . . ” His wicked grin coupled with his erection straining against her left little doubt as to his intentions.
“Only a thing or two?” Isabella teased him. “Do you think that’s enough?”
“With you, never.”
But for this night, a thing or two would be a start.
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THE END
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