Samson interrupted their passionate kiss and pulled back to look into her eyes. They matched his in passion and desire. This human woman had fire, more than he’d ever seen in any vampire female.

“I want you,” he murmured, barely recognizing his own voice, so low and dark.

“You have me.” Did she really mean it? He was going to find out.

Her hands trailed over his chest, barely touching, yet making his whole body shiver at the electric sensation of her caress.

It was time to unwrap her. He undid the knot of her top taking all of two seconds, before he peeled her out of it. Delilah wore no bra this time. He gasped at the sight of her naked breasts. They were round, firm, and their peaks were topped with hard pink nipples that begged to be touched again. He would answer that particular call anytime.

His hands squeezed her breasts gently, and his fingers tugged at her nipples, sending visible shivers through her body.

“Oh yes!” Her voice was breathless and just a whisper.

He lowered his head, brushing against her sensitive skin with his lips. Her back arched to move toward him.

“So impatient.” He teased her skin, but knew he was just as eager as she was.

“Please.”

His lips found her nipple and slowly sucked on it. As his tongue swept over it, she wiggled under his grip. She wanted more. He moved to her other breast, licking her with his moist tongue, kneading her with his hands, feeling her twist under him. Sweet torture. It was payback for what she’d done to his cock earlier.

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“You taste good enough to eat.”

“I thought you’ve already had dinner.”

Samson smirked. “I skipped dessert.”

Because I’m going to devour you instead.

She gave a soft chuckle of approval.

Her breasts received the attention they demanded as he sucked harder, getting to know every inch of them with his lips, his tongue and his hands. His eyes had already made a mental image of them, burned into his memory forever.

Her scent engulfed him. It had been there all evening, the faint scent of lavender on her skin mixed with the scent of her arousal. He’d picked it up in the theater and fought it as best he could. No longer. He was ready to take it all in and let it wash over him.

They undressed each other, both of them impatient now, unable to wait any longer. Finally all their clothes lay on the floor, and their naked bodies embraced. Her curves fit perfectly into his body. Custom made just for him.

Delilah’s hand touched his erect cock, caressing the velvet-steel length of him. He was close and desperately needed release.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He’d held onto his control as best he could. “Especially not if you touch me like that.”

“Would you rather I didn’t touch you like that?” Her voice sounded more innocent than he knew she was, evidenced by the fact that she continued with her wicked caress.

“Don’t you dare stop.” It wasn’t a threat: it was a demand he knew she only too willingly gave into.

“Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Condoms?” Samson didn’t immediately understand, until he realized she thought he was human. Humans used condoms. He couldn’t tell her that she didn’t need to worry about disease or pregnancy with him, so what should he do now?

“I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I didn’t really plan this …” It was an innocent enough lie.

Delilah smiled. “And there I thought you were trying to seduce me from the minute I got into your car.”

“I was, but I guess I didn’t really think I’d be successful.” Of course, he thought he’d get her into bed. At least he knew he would have tried anything to succeed. Even mind control?

“You don’t strike me as the guy who’d give up easily.”

“I don’t, but it doesn’t mean I always get what I want.” Actually, most of the time he got what he wanted. Just not lately.

“Tonight you will. I brought a condom.”

“Does that mean you’ve been planning to get me into bed all along?” he said mock-shocked, but in reality he was relieved their evening wouldn’t be cut short due to lack of protection.

“A girl’s got to try.”

He kissed her. “So where are those condoms?”

“In my handbag. I think I left it in the living room.”

“I’ll get it.”

Samson rushed downstairs, grateful for the short interruption. He was thirsty and needed to get some blood if he wanted to make sure she was safe from him for the rest of the night. He couldn’t let his thirst for blood get in the way of his sexual satisfaction. He sped into the kitchen and gulped down a large glass of blood. As he closed the fridge, he realized that in the morning she would see the blood in there. He couldn’t let that happen. Quickly he wrote a note to Carl, put it into an envelope and secured it to the fridge door with a magnet. He would see it when he came to bring the food.




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