Samson's Lovely Mortal
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Take her! She’s yours!
At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the pillow 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 needed more of her, and there weren’t enough hours in the night left to truly get his fill of her.
He felt how she pulled her blindfold off and turned her head, but he kept his own buried in the pillow. Slowly his fangs receded into his gums, and he could feel the tension in his jaw ease.
“So, you were holding out on me the first time,” she said, panting as heavily as he was.
Samson raised his head, knowing his fangs had fully retreated, and the red glow in his eyes had subsided. He would look completely normal to her again—or as normal as he could look after the most mind-blowing orgasm to date. He was sure he had a stupid grin plastered on his face. The kind of grin a sixteen-year-old boy would have after his first sexual encounter.
“You’re going to curse me tomorrow when you see all the bruises I’ve left you with. You’re so breakable.”
“I’m not any more breakable than any other woman.”
But a lot more breakable than a vampire female.
And a lot tastier.
Her lips beckoned, and he couldn’t resist. Tenderly he kissed her, capturing her upper lip and gently sucking it into his mouth.
“You amaze me. It feels like you’re two different people, one wild and one tender.”
“Hmh.” She had no idea how accurate her assessment of him was, so instead of answering her, Samson decided to show her his tender self and continued his kiss.
When he finally pulled out of her, he realized that he’d guessed right.
“I’m afraid the condom didn’t make it.” He got rid of the damaged item.
Delilah flinched. “Oh no!”
He put his hand under her chin and made her look at him. “Sweetness, I don’t want you to worry about it. I can’t get you pregnant, and I guarantee you, I’m completely healthy.”
Her next reaction surprised him. “You can’t have kids?” He thought he could detect disappointment in her voice, but he had to be mistaken. “Oh.” She leaned her head against his chest.
“Are you tired?” He had the sudden urge to change the subject.
“Not particularly. I can’t sleep much at the moment. I’ve been having insomnia ever since I’ve arrived in San Francisco.”
“Insomnia?”
“Yes, it’s strange. I’ve not been able to sleep much at night, and then during the day I’m completely exhausted.”
“Have you had that before?” Samson gently stroked her hair.
“No. I’m the kind of person who can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Put me in the back of a car and start driving, and I’ll nod off.”
“So, what’s keeping you up at night then? Too much work?”
Delilah shook her head, before she rested it back on his chest. “No. Work is normal as always. Just some nightmares. Nothing important.”
Samson wondered what kind of nightmares a woman like her could be plagued with. “Monsters?”
“Nothing important. Just odd stuff. I could have sworn that I dreamed about this house the night before I met you. But it was probably nothing. I mean, there are so many Victorians in the city, and by night they really all look very similar.”
Her hand on his stomach, absentmindedly stroking him, felt right to him. Intimate, personal, good.
“You think you dreamed about this one though? And it was a nightmare? As a man, that doesn’t sound like something I want to hear from the woman in my arms. What happened in the nightmare? I hope I wasn’t in it.”
She gave him a light slap on his arm. “Of course not. It was probably not even your house. It could have been any Victorian.”
“So what happened in the Victorian?” He was curious about her dream.
“I wasn’t inside. I ran toward it because somebody was following me.”
“Like the other night?”
He felt how she held her breath for a few seconds. “Yes. Like the other night.” Delilah paused for a moment. “I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s probably just an unfamiliar bed,” she shrugged it off.
He didn’t press her. “Well, since this is also an unfamiliar bed, I think I’ll just have to keep you entertained then.” Samson smiled. “Maybe I can even make you tired enough so you’ll be able to sleep.”
At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the pillow 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 needed more of her, and there weren’t enough hours in the night left to truly get his fill of her.
He felt how she pulled her blindfold off and turned her head, but he kept his own buried in the pillow. Slowly his fangs receded into his gums, and he could feel the tension in his jaw ease.
“So, you were holding out on me the first time,” she said, panting as heavily as he was.
Samson raised his head, knowing his fangs had fully retreated, and the red glow in his eyes had subsided. He would look completely normal to her again—or as normal as he could look after the most mind-blowing orgasm to date. He was sure he had a stupid grin plastered on his face. The kind of grin a sixteen-year-old boy would have after his first sexual encounter.
“You’re going to curse me tomorrow when you see all the bruises I’ve left you with. You’re so breakable.”
“I’m not any more breakable than any other woman.”
But a lot more breakable than a vampire female.
And a lot tastier.
Her lips beckoned, and he couldn’t resist. Tenderly he kissed her, capturing her upper lip and gently sucking it into his mouth.
“You amaze me. It feels like you’re two different people, one wild and one tender.”
“Hmh.” She had no idea how accurate her assessment of him was, so instead of answering her, Samson decided to show her his tender self and continued his kiss.
When he finally pulled out of her, he realized that he’d guessed right.
“I’m afraid the condom didn’t make it.” He got rid of the damaged item.
Delilah flinched. “Oh no!”
He put his hand under her chin and made her look at him. “Sweetness, I don’t want you to worry about it. I can’t get you pregnant, and I guarantee you, I’m completely healthy.”
Her next reaction surprised him. “You can’t have kids?” He thought he could detect disappointment in her voice, but he had to be mistaken. “Oh.” She leaned her head against his chest.
“Are you tired?” He had the sudden urge to change the subject.
“Not particularly. I can’t sleep much at the moment. I’ve been having insomnia ever since I’ve arrived in San Francisco.”
“Insomnia?”
“Yes, it’s strange. I’ve not been able to sleep much at night, and then during the day I’m completely exhausted.”
“Have you had that before?” Samson gently stroked her hair.
“No. I’m the kind of person who can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Put me in the back of a car and start driving, and I’ll nod off.”
“So, what’s keeping you up at night then? Too much work?”
Delilah shook her head, before she rested it back on his chest. “No. Work is normal as always. Just some nightmares. Nothing important.”
Samson wondered what kind of nightmares a woman like her could be plagued with. “Monsters?”
“Nothing important. Just odd stuff. I could have sworn that I dreamed about this house the night before I met you. But it was probably nothing. I mean, there are so many Victorians in the city, and by night they really all look very similar.”
Her hand on his stomach, absentmindedly stroking him, felt right to him. Intimate, personal, good.
“You think you dreamed about this one though? And it was a nightmare? As a man, that doesn’t sound like something I want to hear from the woman in my arms. What happened in the nightmare? I hope I wasn’t in it.”
She gave him a light slap on his arm. “Of course not. It was probably not even your house. It could have been any Victorian.”
“So what happened in the Victorian?” He was curious about her dream.
“I wasn’t inside. I ran toward it because somebody was following me.”
“Like the other night?”
He felt how she held her breath for a few seconds. “Yes. Like the other night.” Delilah paused for a moment. “I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s probably just an unfamiliar bed,” she shrugged it off.
He didn’t press her. “Well, since this is also an unfamiliar bed, I think I’ll just have to keep you entertained then.” Samson smiled. “Maybe I can even make you tired enough so you’ll be able to sleep.”
