Samson glanced back at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but her lips were parted. When he slid one finger along her wet folds, he watched as she drew her lower lip into her mouth and bit on it. He moved his finger higher and found the little hooded bundle of flesh he was looking for. The moment he circled it with his moist finger, she moaned and twisted in the sheets. Her teeth released her lip, and she panted.“Samson please.” she moaned. He didn't wait any longer. With a groan he sank down between her legs and opened her pussy up with both his hands. Her flesh was pink and moist and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His tongue darted out and took its first tentative lick against her female flesh, lapping up the juices that oozed from her slit.As they hit the taste buds on the back of his tongue, his body went rigid. A bolt akin to a lightning strike hit his body and vibrated through him. He shuddered..Her taste fill

Samson lost his temper when he stepped into his living room and found Jacob sanders, Maddison and some of his vampire friends in it. He had not seen Jacob since their fight, and normally, Samson would have gone back for a re match, but Isabella talked him out of it, reminding him that he had other things to focus on, like finding the person who had taken George. Not that they had made any progress. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled at Jacob. He didn't wait for a reply before he glared at Mark and Raymond. "And what the hell were you two thinking bringing this bastard here?" "Oh I see you are still sulking" Jacob said, "Your feelings are still Hurt. Get over it Samson. You came for a fight and you got your ass kicked. Let go of the hate. We have more important things to worry about" Samson growled and advanced towards Jacob, but Isabella's hand on his arm restrained him. "Calm down, honey

Samson was about to reply when a voice said behind them : "Nah we are right here. Come on, you can't be thinking of leaving now. You just got here. In fact, we have been expecting you" They all stopped dead in their tracks. Isabella's heartbeat increased as she turned in the direction the voice had come from.  "Get behind me Belle" Samson whispered.  Two Men stood in front of them. Both of them held cross bows, which were aimed at them. A shot of those wooden arrows into the heart of a vampire could be catastrophic.  "On your knees" one of the Men said. "And don't try any thing funny. You might be fast, but I'm sure that this arrow will definitely make it into the chest of one of you before you get to the both of us, and I don't think you want that"  They all hesitated. They were  five vampires and their opponent were just two Men, Samson thought They could take them down easily but they were not just humans. They were

"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.  ------------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 gotte

CHAPTER FIFTY NINE Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him. “Look at me,” Samson demanded. Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Isabella crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer. “I love you,” she said again. “All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question. “All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more. Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Samson began to thrust. Like a silk glove she enveloped him on every descent, and like a vise she pulled him back on each withdrawal. Her body felt like heaven on earth. Heat suffused his body as if the rays of the sun were shining on him, not burning but warming him, giving him a feeling of belonging. His muscles flexed and his hips worked frantically to deliver thrust after thrust into her int