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 is 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 her body liberally, 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.
Where hours earlier he’d been punctured by gaping wounds, new skin had formed as flawless as the rest of his body. She pressed against him, and he understood and rolled onto his back taking her on top.
Delilah pulled herself up to look at him. He was beautiful, if a man could be called beautiful. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his chest devoid of hair and ripped with muscles. She trailed her fingers along his torso. From beneath her lashes she noticed him watching her as she explored him. She discovered deep desire in them, yet he didn’t move, but allowed her to take the time she needed to learn him.
For the first time she would make love to him with the full knowledge of what he was. A vampire.
Delilah still couldn’t understand why an amazing man like Samson could fall in love with her, but she didn’t questions it anymore. What she saw in his eyes told her that his love was real. Samson was hers. Her man. Her vampire. Her mate.
Her hand traversed the valley of his stomach to find the dark nest of curls surrounding his proud cock. Her lips followed the path her hands had traveled to arrive at the shaft she knew was yearning for her touch.
She felt him inhale sharply when her fingers touched the round velvet-soft head of his cock. Fully aware of the effect her touch had on him, she continued and ran her fingers from the tip down to the base. Slowly, very slowly. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his arousal.
Instantly she licked her lips, moistening them. “I want you, Samson,” she whispered before her tongue touched the tip of his erection and started the long descent to the base.
“Delilah, I’m yours.” His voice was almost unrecognizable. Deep and husky.
Samson dug his fingernails into the sheets to stop himself from pushing toward her. The sensation of her tongue on his cock almost shattered his control. What had he ever done in his life to deserve a woman like her? Delilah had accepted him wholeheartedly, and with every touch she showed him her love.
The moment she took him into her mouth, he, Samson, a strong and powerful vampire, was powerless in her arms. Vulnerable and at her mercy. Safe.
He moaned and moved his hips upwards, asking for a deeper penetration. And she heard his request, sliding her lips down along his hard shaft until he was completely buried inside her. Her warmth and moisture engulfed him, cradled him. In the shelter of her mouth he grew harder. Her sucking and her licking grew more intense, and he pressed his head back into the pillow, suppressing a scream of pleasure.
Samson felt his fangs itch, eager for her blood. How he had ever been able to hold back during the nights they’d spent together, he didn’t know. Feeling her the way he felt her now, he realized he’d never had a chance to walk away from her after that first kiss.
His fangs extended as a roar left his chest. He called for his mate. “Delilah!”
He felt her hesitancy in letting go of his cock, but he pulled her up with his strong arms and looked into her eyes. “Take me inside you, now.”
Her hand came up to touch his face, then she moved her finger and ran it over his fangs. He saw no fear in her eyes, only excitement.
Without breaking their eye contact, she positioned herself above him and bore down, slowly and steadily. The tip of his erection touched her moist center, and he groaned. Her body continued its descent, taking him into her hot sheath, clenching tightly around him, pushing him deeper until he was inside her to the hilt.
For a moment he couldn’t move for fear he’d spill instantly. She seemed to understand and remained completely still.
Samson turned his head to his nightstand. The ceremonial dagger glinted in the dim candlelight as he took it in his hand. Delilah’s eyes followed his movements. He led the blade to his shoulder and pressed it down where his neck and his shoulder met. Drawing the dagger forward, he cut through his skin.
He felt the trickle of blood instantly and set the dagger aside.
“Drink from me.”
Delilah saw the blood spill from his cut and lowered herself over his torso.
“I love you, Delilah.”
Without hesitation she placed her mouth over the open skin and suckled. The warm liquid ran over her tongue and down her throat, the taste surprisingly sweet. She latched harder onto his shoulder, wanting more. Delilah felt his arms around her, pressing her closer to him, his cock moving inside her, thrusting, pumping.