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Chapter Twenty Six
"Is everything all right, Mr Perry?" Darrell asked when he saw Samson and Isabella come out of the theater, and walk towards the car.
"Yes Darrell" Samson replied, "Just drive us back home." His hand was still wrapped around Isabella's waist, and the thought of getting his hands on her bare skin was driving him crazy. Right now, he wasn't in the mood to answer any of Darrell's questions. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he would be able wait until they got to his place.
Darrell nodded and opened the door.
Isabella slipped inside and Samson followed. As soon as the car began to move, Isabella put her hands on both side of his face and pulled him closer. The simple gesture turned him on even more. It made him know just how much she wanted him and simply knowing that she was as eager as he was was sexy as hell.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the feeling arcing through him like a siz
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She sighed heavily. The sigh differed from the ones she’d been emitting during their kiss. This one? It matched the delight that softened her beautiful features as she tangled her fingers in his hair. She tugged on them, and the prickle across his scalp tripped down his spine, crackled at the base. He clutched her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.With a growl, he skated his palms up the sides of her torso. Desperate to discover if his imagination matched reality, he impatiently tugged at her clothes and wasted no time in pushing the material over her shoulders and down her arms. She obliged him, freeing his hair and joining him in getting rid of the clothing. All of her was perfect, Samson discovered as he moved his hand touched the silky heat of her bare flesh, caressing upwards, until his fingers curved about the soft, up-tilting swell of her breast. Not too small. Not too large. Just a perfect fit in the palm of his hand.
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Samson tried to convince himself that the reason he felt like this was because he was so starved for sex. It would just be tonight, until he had stilled his hunger for sex. After that she wouldn’t mean anything to him, he was sure. For certain there was no good reason why he would want her any longer than that. After all, he was just following doctor’s orders. And who in their right mind would continue taking medicine once the illness was cured? Who indeed?The car stopped, and they both knew that they had reached his house. They could either stop now and go inside or continue this right here in his car. He stared at Isabella. She had somehow gotten rid his belt and was now fumbling with his zipper.All thoughts flew out of his head when her hand slid inside his boxers and grabbed his dick. He couldn't help but groan at the amazing feeling of her hand on him. She moved her hand up and down his erect cock, tugging on it harder with each movement. Her h
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“Oh, God, yes.” Isabella said and met each of his thrusts 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 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. Take her! She’s yours! At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the seat 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 had thought ju
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