Samson's Lovely Mortal
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“You want me like this, right now?” Samson waited for her protest, but it didn’t come. In slow motion he inched forward, easing himself deeper and deeper into her as he gazed into her eyes. So beautiful, so passionate, and all his.
“I want nothing more.”
Her kiss was tender and loving as they rocked to the rhythm of their heartbeats. He pulled up her leg and wrapped it around his hip, thrusting deeper into her. His arms supported her weight. Delilah’s lips brought him back into the field of lavender and made him feel the sun on his back, just like the night before. Samson was lost in the sensation as she carried him away.
Her nails dug into his ass as she held onto him, urging him deeper into her. Never had he been with a woman who’d shown such passion, and who he was willing to give everything in his power.
Delilah’s moans were like a drug to him, her kisses like a most exquisite wine, and her body ultimate ecstasy. He would never need anything else, only her, like this, right now.
Too late he heard the door to the bedroom open and the heavy steps come toward the bathroom.
“Samson, you’re not gonna like this—” Ricky’s voice penetrated his bliss.
In lightning speed, Samson spun around to shield Delilah from Ricky’s view.
“Get the fuck out, Richard!” he growled low and dark. Even in his own ears he sounded more like an animal than a man. Ricky knew all too well that whenever Samson called him by his full name, he meant business. He did well retreating instantly.
“I’m so sorry, sweetness,” Samson whispered to Delilah, making sure his voice was soft again. She was completely still in his arms, obviously shocked at the interruption. He couldn’t blame her. “I’m going to have a serious word with him.”
Delilah looked up at him, and his eyes were their usual hazel color again, but in the instant when he’d yelled at Ricky, she’d seen them flash red. Like an alarm. Like a stop light. It had shocked her more than Ricky barging in on them. Still thinking of his strange eyes, she went stiff in his arms. This wasn’t normal. How could somebody’s eye color change like that?
She was glad that Samson didn’t look at her now, but again had his cheek pressed against hers, for she wasn’t sure she could have hidden her alarmed expression.
“Give me a few minutes. I’ll get rid of him. And then I’m all yours.”
He kissed her cheek softly and pulled out of her.
“No problem.” Suddenly she felt cold. And alone.
Delilah watched him reach for the towel and step out of the shower. She turned away and let the water engulf her, pretending to enjoy the shower. In reality she tried to calm her nerves. When she looked back a few seconds later, Samson had already left the bathroom. She braced herself against the tile wall.
Had she hallucinated? She’d clearly seen the fury in his eyes, and considering the violation of their privacy, she could understand him flaring up at Ricky, but she couldn’t understand the red in his eyes. Had he popped a blood vessel? No, impossible. Seconds later, his normal hazel color had returned, and all the red was gone.
She pressed her hand against her sex where she could still feel his pistoning cock. Something wasn’t right. Something about Samson was different, and it suddenly scared her.
Samson headed downstairs, having only put on a pair of jeans, no shirt. He found Ricky in the kitchen, leaning against the island and aimed straight for him, grabbing him by the shirt.
“Do you have any idea how much I’d love to rip your head off right now?” The thought that Ricky had seen Delilah’s naked body made him furious. Nobody had the right to see her like that—nobody but him.
Ricky leaned back as much as he could to get away from him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was there.”
Samson let out a low and dangerous snarl. “You’d better tell me you didn’t see her naked.”
Ricky lifted his arms in a motion of surrender. “I didn’t—I swear.”
“If I ever catch you so much as looking at her, our friendship is over, and you can kiss your job goodbye. Is that clear?” He was serious. He had no problem with his friends seeing him naked in the shower. It certainly wasn’t a first. But to barge in when he was with Delilah was something he couldn’t tolerate. No other man or vampire had a right to look at her like that. Delilah was his. His alone.
His alone?
“Crystal clear.”
Samson released him from his grip. Ricky straightened out and cleared his throat.
“You’re probably not going to like what I have to say, especially considering how infatuated you are with her—”
“I want nothing more.”
Her kiss was tender and loving as they rocked to the rhythm of their heartbeats. He pulled up her leg and wrapped it around his hip, thrusting deeper into her. His arms supported her weight. Delilah’s lips brought him back into the field of lavender and made him feel the sun on his back, just like the night before. Samson was lost in the sensation as she carried him away.
Her nails dug into his ass as she held onto him, urging him deeper into her. Never had he been with a woman who’d shown such passion, and who he was willing to give everything in his power.
Delilah’s moans were like a drug to him, her kisses like a most exquisite wine, and her body ultimate ecstasy. He would never need anything else, only her, like this, right now.
Too late he heard the door to the bedroom open and the heavy steps come toward the bathroom.
“Samson, you’re not gonna like this—” Ricky’s voice penetrated his bliss.
In lightning speed, Samson spun around to shield Delilah from Ricky’s view.
“Get the fuck out, Richard!” he growled low and dark. Even in his own ears he sounded more like an animal than a man. Ricky knew all too well that whenever Samson called him by his full name, he meant business. He did well retreating instantly.
“I’m so sorry, sweetness,” Samson whispered to Delilah, making sure his voice was soft again. She was completely still in his arms, obviously shocked at the interruption. He couldn’t blame her. “I’m going to have a serious word with him.”
Delilah looked up at him, and his eyes were their usual hazel color again, but in the instant when he’d yelled at Ricky, she’d seen them flash red. Like an alarm. Like a stop light. It had shocked her more than Ricky barging in on them. Still thinking of his strange eyes, she went stiff in his arms. This wasn’t normal. How could somebody’s eye color change like that?
She was glad that Samson didn’t look at her now, but again had his cheek pressed against hers, for she wasn’t sure she could have hidden her alarmed expression.
“Give me a few minutes. I’ll get rid of him. And then I’m all yours.”
He kissed her cheek softly and pulled out of her.
“No problem.” Suddenly she felt cold. And alone.
Delilah watched him reach for the towel and step out of the shower. She turned away and let the water engulf her, pretending to enjoy the shower. In reality she tried to calm her nerves. When she looked back a few seconds later, Samson had already left the bathroom. She braced herself against the tile wall.
Had she hallucinated? She’d clearly seen the fury in his eyes, and considering the violation of their privacy, she could understand him flaring up at Ricky, but she couldn’t understand the red in his eyes. Had he popped a blood vessel? No, impossible. Seconds later, his normal hazel color had returned, and all the red was gone.
She pressed her hand against her sex where she could still feel his pistoning cock. Something wasn’t right. Something about Samson was different, and it suddenly scared her.
Samson headed downstairs, having only put on a pair of jeans, no shirt. He found Ricky in the kitchen, leaning against the island and aimed straight for him, grabbing him by the shirt.
“Do you have any idea how much I’d love to rip your head off right now?” The thought that Ricky had seen Delilah’s naked body made him furious. Nobody had the right to see her like that—nobody but him.
Ricky leaned back as much as he could to get away from him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was there.”
Samson let out a low and dangerous snarl. “You’d better tell me you didn’t see her naked.”
Ricky lifted his arms in a motion of surrender. “I didn’t—I swear.”
“If I ever catch you so much as looking at her, our friendship is over, and you can kiss your job goodbye. Is that clear?” He was serious. He had no problem with his friends seeing him naked in the shower. It certainly wasn’t a first. But to barge in when he was with Delilah was something he couldn’t tolerate. No other man or vampire had a right to look at her like that. Delilah was his. His alone.
His alone?
“Crystal clear.”
Samson released him from his grip. Ricky straightened out and cleared his throat.
“You’re probably not going to like what I have to say, especially considering how infatuated you are with her—”
