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"You are so perfect," Samson whispered. "You accept everything I want without
question."
Duh.
He was my mate.
"I have never done anything in this life to deserve you, but I'll fight the
devil himself to keep you."
I
smiled as I looked up into Samson's intense eyes. I reached up and stroked my
hand over the side of his face. "You don't have to fight anyone for me,
Samson. I'm yours."
I
had no idea the violent response my words would garner. Samson growled as he
crushed our lips together, capturing mine in a brutal kiss that curled my
toes. I groaned as I spread my arms and legs, wrapping both around my mate.
The man was rock hard against me, his entire body.
Every glorious inch.
Something possessive and scorching ignited in
Samson's ice blue eyes. His touch was feather light, worshiping as they moved
gently across my skin. The awe in Samson's expression took my breath away.
"You're mine, Henry," Samson whispered before
pressing a kiss against my skin. "I'll love you until the day I die."
"Samson." I slid my hand along the rough
stubble on Samson's jaw line. "I love you, too, Samson."
Samson let out a small whimper. Before I could
draw in a breath, Samson's lips covered mine once again, the man's tongue
pressing in to explore and conquer. I melted into Samson's embrace, my body
tingling with need.
"Clothes," I murmured against his lips.
I was more dressed for the occasion than he
was...or undressed in my case. His needed to go.
My eyes widened when Samson scrambled back to
stand at the end of the bed. Fabric tore as he ripped it clothes away.
I was in awe of his strength.
I was thrilled by his loss of control.
By the time Samson's naked body covered mine,
I was ready to scream. The desire to feel every inch of the man's large,
muscular body pressing me down into the mattress rode me hard.
Samson's hand trailed painfully slow down my
side before moving around to grab my ass. "Need you, baby. Need to feel you
wrapped around me. Spread your legs."
Was he serious?
I was supposed to move?
To function?
My brains had melted out my ears.
I blinked in surprise when Samson pushed my
legs apart. Apparently, he was serious. I dug my fingers into Samson's
shoulders, holding on just a bit tighter. I shook every time Samson touched
me.
I was coming apart.
"Samson!" I cried out when a thick finger
breached my ass and began to move.
"What do you need, baby?" Samson instantly
stilled and hovered over the top of me.
"You."
Samson's finger pushed into my ass again, the
man grabbing my cock at the very same time. I cried out and bucked, unsure if
I wanted to push back against the invasion thrusting into my ass or drive my
cock through the fist slowly driving me out of my mind.
"Keep your arms wrapped around my neck, baby."
I shot Samson a worried look as I did as
directed.
He was giving orders again.
What part of melted brain didn't he get?
"There you go," Samson crooned as he pushed a
second finger deep inside of my ass, and then a third, thrusting them in and
out, spreading them, rubbing against my sweet spot.
My head fell back, the intense burning warring
with the pleasure shooting through my body at lightning speed. I almost
couldn't keep up with the exquisite sensations flooding my system, one right
after the other.
"Look at you," Samson whispered hoarsely,
"Look how sexy you are."
Looking deep into Samson's blue eyes, I could
believe what the man was saying to me. There was no way Samson could look at
me with such burning intensity without there being some truth behind his
words.
I kept one arm wrapped around Samson's neck.
With the other one, I reached up and cupped the side of Samson's face, drawing
the man's lips down to mine. Samson's hot breath blew across my face as our
lips met. The kiss was surprisingly sweet considering how erotic every other
touch between us was.
"I need to be yours," I whispered against
Samson's lips. "Claim me again, Samson. Make me yours."
"You are mine," Samson replied as his eyes
bored into mine. "You will always be mine."
I inhaled sharply when Samson's fingers pulled
out of my ass. I felt hollow, empty. I almost cried out in protest until I was
lifted and turned, and then settled on my hands and knees. Samson's large hand
grabbed the nape of my neck, pressing my head down toward the mattress. His
other hand lifted my ass up into the air.
It was not a dignified position.
"Sam—oh god!" I bit into the blanket as the
head of Samson's cock push against my tight ring of muscles. Samson
slowly eased his thick length inside of my ass, stretching me until pleasure
held me immobile.
I
might have whimpered.
I had an excuse. I was pretty sure I had died
and gone to heaven. I changed my mind a moment later when Samson lifted me,
pulling me back until my back was flush with his chest. I slid down, Samson's
rock hard cock impaling me inch by glorious inch.
"God, baby," Samson whispered in my ear, "the
way you feel wrapped around my cock."
The body at my back shook as if it took every
ounce of Samson's control not to move.
While I appreciated the man's
restraint…"Samson, please." I clenched my inner muscles, digging my fingers
into the arm wrapped around me. "Move."
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