Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and slowly she pulled him down to her until his erection settled at the entrance to her core. Warm moisture greeted him, inviting him. His body coiled with tension, anticipating her tightness, her heat, as he held himself back for another second just to savor the moment.  “You’re mine.” he said. His claim was like a battle cry, as he impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never  “You're perfect "he said as he withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping him Isabella threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. H

When Samson finally let go of her wrist, his lips moved. “Belle,” he whispered, but drifted back into unconsciousness instantly. Isabella held him while she watched every movement of his body. She had surprised herself at how strong she’d been today. She was surprised at how she had gone from being mad at him to saving him immediately she saw him Hurt. She remembered what Vanessa had said about being his mate and she shivered. She wasn't ready to accept that yet.  ...................  Isabella woke in the middle of the night and looked around. Somehow she had fallen asleep. And a very peaceful sleep for that matter, she observed. There had been no dreams to trouble her this night, and she was glad because it had been a while since she slept this well. She tried to stretch. Where was she? She asked herself. It was then that she remembered that she was in Samson's house. In

She responded to him with her own brand of passion and need. Her head filled with images of bliss, of the two of them dancing in the sun, in a sea of flowers. Samson pulled back and suddenly gave her a short break to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with me. Live here. With me.” “But, I have to go back to school and work.” Her protest was weak. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t just stay either. She had a life. she had an apartment. She couldn't just leave. This was going so damn fast. They had to slow down.  "You can still do all that from here"  He took her upper lip between his and sucked gently. “Please.” His tongue swept over her lips. “Belle. We’ll talk about it later. But right now . . . ” He flipped her masterfully and brought her underneath him, ga

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.  Samson would come for him. That had been his hope and prayer for days. But the days turned into nights and nights turned into days and George was loosing hope. The heavy metal door opened, and his captors came in, both of them carrying guns and sharp knives, and George knew it was time for another round of torture. He couldn't take it anymore.  A bucket of water was poured on him and he shivered. He lifted his battered face to face the man whom he had come to know as Jeremiah.  "Are you going to speak now, or would you like to endure more of this?" Jeremiah said and he grabbed a chunk of George's hair a

With eager hands Isabella pulled at his robe until it gave way and opened so she could feel his skin under her fingers. Never in her 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 unwrap her from her robe. Finally 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