Samson didn't hesitate this time, and since he was very fast, Mark was unable to stop him. He charged at Jacob, pushing and slamming him against the wall. He pinned Jacob to the wall, throttling him with his left hand, and using his right, he drove the stake deep into his stomach, making Jacob scream in pain. Then he leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "If you Hurt her in any way, the next stake will be driven into your heart. And I mean every word I just said" With that, he released him, turned around and headed for the exit, leaving everyone in the bar in shock at what had just happened. --------------"So..... Are you going to tell us what that was all about, or are we going to have to just act like nothing happened?" Mark asked Samson as they drove away from Joe's bar, while Raymond just giggled at the back seat like the situation was so funny to him. Samson ignored Mark's question, and focused on taking off his blo

He suddenly lightened up, and then he was grinning at her again. "Great. It would be nice to spend some time with my new friend. I don't have a lot of friends, you know" Isabella smiled back at him. Friends—she wanted Samson to be much more than that, at least a friend she could have sex with. Lots of sex. Lots of good sex. If he was as good in bed as his kiss promised, there’d be lots of great sex.Was it getting warmer in the car?“Are you hot? I'm sorry, I should have turned on the AC” Samson Samson. “What?” Isabella lifted her gaze to meet Samson’s inquisitive stare.“Your cheeks are red.” he replied. "I thought maybe you were hot or something?" It was probably safer not to think of sex anymore while she was in the car with him, Isabella thought. Or in any other place for that matter. "You can pick me up at six tomorrow" she said, before she opened the d

He was in the right mood to give the tickets to the next passerby and take her back to his house immediately. But he was worried that his uncontrolled desire for her would scare her and make her retreat. He couldn't risk it. Not after he had screwed up that night. "Sir, we're here," Darrell said as the car came to a stop.Isabella watched Samson intently as he helped her out of the car like the perfect gentleman, almost as if the few minutes of erotic play hadn't happened. He was deadly sexy, and the touch of his fingers on her lips had aroused her more than she would want anybody to know. If a simple touch did that to her, she'd be heading for the abyss shortly.She could barely believe how bold she'd been in the car. She wasn't normally the type to go after a man, but all her inhibitions had gone out the window as soon as he'd fed her the first piece of sushi.Potentially the whole situation could have been embarrassing, especially if he had withd

She sighed heavily. The sigh differed from the ones she’d been emitting during their kiss. This one? It matched the delight that softened her beautiful features as she tangled her fingers in his hair. She tugged on them, and the prickle across his scalp tripped down his spine, crackled at the base. He clutched her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh. With a growl, he skated his palms up the sides of her torso. Desperate to discover if his imagination matched reality, he impatiently tugged at her clothes and wasted no time in pushing the material over her shoulders and down her arms. She obliged him, freeing his hair and joining him in getting rid of the clothing. All of her was perfect, Samson discovered as he moved his hand touched the silky heat of her bare flesh, caressing upwards, until his fingers curved about the soft, up-tilting swell of her breast. Not too small. Not too large. Just a perfect fit in the palm of his hand.  

“Oh, God, yes.” Isabella said and met each of his thrusts with an equally powerful reaction, their bodies slamming together so forcefully, he thought he’d break her into pieces. But he kept on impaling her on his hard shaft, filling her tight sheath perfectly. Then suddenly her muscles squeezed him tighter as she came, too unexpected for him to stop the approach of his own climax. He could feel the waves crashing through her body. In a ripple effect they ignited what seemed like dynamite in his own cells, making him explode with the force of an atomic bomb. His head veered toward her neck, his fangs ready to rip her vein open and drink her blood. Take her! She’s yours! At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the seat as he collapsed on top of her. Samson exhaled heavily, once, twice, three times. He’d almost bitten her. Almost. This was getting too dangerous for her. Yet, at the same time, he knew he couldn’t stop. He had thought ju