Samson's Lovely Mortal
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The thought of claiming her whipped through his mind like a bullet ricocheting in a confined space.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” She didn’t pull away.
“Don’t tempt me, or I might just do what a lion would do.”
Samson had to stop looking at her neck where her artery pulsated under her skin. The only way to forget about the blood flowing in her veins was to satisfy another hunger, one that made his cock throb uncontrollably.
“Who says I would stop you?”
Samson pulled in his breath at the tempting thought, before he slid her robe down further and unwrapped her from it within seconds. He quickly shed his own bathrobe and pulled her back to his chest. Her sweet ass lined up perfectly with his hard shaft. If ever he’d seen a woman with the most perfect behind, it was Delilah. Just looking at her, knowing that in a few seconds he’d bury himself in her while enjoying the view of those delightful round cheeks, filled him with desire.
He fumbled for the condom and slipped it on. “I’ve never been so hard in my life than with you.” So constantly hard, so constantly wanting.
“Anything I can do for you?”
Samson pushed himself between her legs, felt for her entrance and rammed his cock into her up to the hilt. “Yes.” He moaned loudly. “You can let me fuck you till sunrise.”
Or longer.
Delilah pulled her knees up higher to give him better access, and he seized her hips and pushed harder. She was so wet; he effortlessly slipped in and out despite his size. From his position behind her, he had complete control over her. She was vulnerable, yet all he could hear were her sounds of pleasure, moans escaping from her lips with every thrust he made. It was like music to his ears. A concert of magic sounds appeasing his body in a way no other sounds ever had.
Her face showed signs of ecstasy; her breathing was short and huffed, her body pliable, responsive.
“Give me more.” More? This human woman wanted him to fuck her harder? He would break her. He shouldn’t do it. It was too dangerous.
“More,” she begged again until he could hold back no longer. He felt his fangs come out, and his body harden. His vampire self wanted to fuck her. Damn it, he’d been holding back for so long, he had neither the willpower nor the self control to stop the transformation. She wanted to be fucked. What was he waiting for, another invitation?
But he couldn’t let her see him like this, no, not with his fangs extended and his eyes glowing red. She would be scared of him if she saw him like this. His hand went in search for the broad silk belt of her robe. He found it and pulled it up.
“Close your eyes and I’ll fulfill your every wish.” He tried to control his voice and put the belt over her eyes. She was startled at first, but to his surprise let him proceed tying the knot behind her head.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I know.” It was incomprehensible why Delilah trusted him. But he knew that she did. He could feel it.
Samson gave her one last thrust from behind before he pulled himself out of her. Then he turned her onto her back and lowered himself onto her, centering himself.
“Delilah, sweetness, wrap your legs around me.”
He plunged into her and rode her hard, harder than he had before, harder than he should with a human. Hell, he shouldn’t have sex with a human in the first place. Too late. He was already in too deep, literally and figuratively. And he wasn’t going to stop—no. Stopping now, when he had everything he wanted, was not an option. Giving up making her body hum with pleasure, and his in return? No. No man ever could—and a vampire even less. He was driven by his desires, more an animal now than a man.
His fangs hungered for her neck and the blood it promised beneath her pale skin. Skin so vulnerable, so breakable, so delicious. He soaked in her scent of lavender and knew what he needed, but couldn’t get it. He couldn’t kiss her, not now, not with his fangs extended. Damn!
Her muscles were so tight around his shaft Samson knew she would milk him any moment. He knew he’d be ripping the damn condom to shreds when he did but he didn’t care. No more holding back.
“Oh, God, yes.” Delilah met each of his thrust 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 literally 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.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” She didn’t pull away.
“Don’t tempt me, or I might just do what a lion would do.”
Samson had to stop looking at her neck where her artery pulsated under her skin. The only way to forget about the blood flowing in her veins was to satisfy another hunger, one that made his cock throb uncontrollably.
“Who says I would stop you?”
Samson pulled in his breath at the tempting thought, before he slid her robe down further and unwrapped her from it within seconds. He quickly shed his own bathrobe and pulled her back to his chest. Her sweet ass lined up perfectly with his hard shaft. If ever he’d seen a woman with the most perfect behind, it was Delilah. Just looking at her, knowing that in a few seconds he’d bury himself in her while enjoying the view of those delightful round cheeks, filled him with desire.
He fumbled for the condom and slipped it on. “I’ve never been so hard in my life than with you.” So constantly hard, so constantly wanting.
“Anything I can do for you?”
Samson pushed himself between her legs, felt for her entrance and rammed his cock into her up to the hilt. “Yes.” He moaned loudly. “You can let me fuck you till sunrise.”
Or longer.
Delilah pulled her knees up higher to give him better access, and he seized her hips and pushed harder. She was so wet; he effortlessly slipped in and out despite his size. From his position behind her, he had complete control over her. She was vulnerable, yet all he could hear were her sounds of pleasure, moans escaping from her lips with every thrust he made. It was like music to his ears. A concert of magic sounds appeasing his body in a way no other sounds ever had.
Her face showed signs of ecstasy; her breathing was short and huffed, her body pliable, responsive.
“Give me more.” More? This human woman wanted him to fuck her harder? He would break her. He shouldn’t do it. It was too dangerous.
“More,” she begged again until he could hold back no longer. He felt his fangs come out, and his body harden. His vampire self wanted to fuck her. Damn it, he’d been holding back for so long, he had neither the willpower nor the self control to stop the transformation. She wanted to be fucked. What was he waiting for, another invitation?
But he couldn’t let her see him like this, no, not with his fangs extended and his eyes glowing red. She would be scared of him if she saw him like this. His hand went in search for the broad silk belt of her robe. He found it and pulled it up.
“Close your eyes and I’ll fulfill your every wish.” He tried to control his voice and put the belt over her eyes. She was startled at first, but to his surprise let him proceed tying the knot behind her head.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I know.” It was incomprehensible why Delilah trusted him. But he knew that she did. He could feel it.
Samson gave her one last thrust from behind before he pulled himself out of her. Then he turned her onto her back and lowered himself onto her, centering himself.
“Delilah, sweetness, wrap your legs around me.”
He plunged into her and rode her hard, harder than he had before, harder than he should with a human. Hell, he shouldn’t have sex with a human in the first place. Too late. He was already in too deep, literally and figuratively. And he wasn’t going to stop—no. Stopping now, when he had everything he wanted, was not an option. Giving up making her body hum with pleasure, and his in return? No. No man ever could—and a vampire even less. He was driven by his desires, more an animal now than a man.
His fangs hungered for her neck and the blood it promised beneath her pale skin. Skin so vulnerable, so breakable, so delicious. He soaked in her scent of lavender and knew what he needed, but couldn’t get it. He couldn’t kiss her, not now, not with his fangs extended. Damn!
Her muscles were so tight around his shaft Samson knew she would milk him any moment. He knew he’d be ripping the damn condom to shreds when he did but he didn’t care. No more holding back.
“Oh, God, yes.” Delilah met each of his thrust 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 literally 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.
