Samson's Lovely Mortal

SIX

Carl stood waiting patiently while Samson took out a pad of plain paper from the antique bureau in the living room and sat down. Delilah watched him as he started drawing an image on the paper. His movements were swift. Within minutes, the picture of a man leapt off the page. Samson raised the sheet for her to see.

“Is this close enough?”

She couldn’t believe her eyes! The drawing showed the spitting image of the criminal who’d attacked them. In addition to the face of the man, Samson had drawn the image of the tattoo: two circles with a cross in the middle. “It’s as if you’d taken a picture. How did you do that?”

“Photographic memory,” Samson explained and handed the paper to Carl. “Fax this over to Ricky. He’s waiting for it. And then …” He looked at her. “Carl can pack up some of your things and bring them here if you tell him what you need for the next few nights.”

Next few nights? She liked the sound of that. “That’d be great. Just bring everything.” Delilah fished for her key in her bag. When she glanced up, she looked into Samson’s face, frozen in apparent shock, eyes widened. His adam’s apple moved as he swallowed hard.

“Everything, Miss?” Carl asked politely, but she ignored him.

Looking at her gracious host, she laughed. “You should look in the mirror and see your face!” She got herself under control. “Priceless.” His shocked face, thinking she was planning to move in, was quite a sight to behold. But she couldn’t let him suffer any longer.

“Sorry; it’s not what you think. I’m in San Francisco on a business trip. I only have a small suitcase and my laptop, so I figured Carl might bring the whole lot. If that’s ok?”

Samson exhaled visibly. “You had me there for a second; I didn’t see that one coming.” He looked relaxed now. “Carl, will you get Miss Sheridan’s things please and put them in the guest room?”

Delilah handed Carl the key to the apartment. He turned around to leave.

“And Carl, could you also stop by the supermarket and get some food for Miss Sheridan? I think my fridge is pretty empty.”

“What would you like, Miss?”

“Delilah?”

“Just whatever you eat,” she answered. She really didn’t want to make any trouble. When it came to food, she wasn’t fussy.

“Sir?” Carl looked a little lost.

“Just get some fruit, milk, coffee, cereal, yogurt, bread, the usual,” his boss instructed him. “And thanks, Carl.”

“Good night, sir, good night, Miss.”

A second later Carl was gone. She was still looking to the door when Samson’s arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into him.

“Were you trying to shock me?” He started nibbling at her ear lobe.

“Did it work?”

“What do you think?”

His lips wandered to her neck, softly brushing her skin until goose bumps started forming.

“Cold?”

How could she be when his hot hands stroked across her belly? “Hot.”

And getting hotter by the second.

“Thought so.” Samson sounded suspiciously smug.

He left one hand wrapped around her waist and moved the other one higher, traveling deliberately up the middle of her torso through the valley of her breasts until he reached the neckline of her top.

“What were you trying to do to me in the theater?” He stroked his fingers along the line where her top stopped and her skin began. Her skin tingled when his fingers touched her.

“Get a reaction out of you.”

Samson pressed her harder against his body, rubbing his cock against her lower back. He had a full-blown erection and made no secret of it.

“This kind of reaction?” He wanted her to acknowledge his hard-on? She could do better than that.

Her hand trailed back to run down the side of his hip as she rubbed her buttocks against the hard outline of his shaft, eliciting a not-so-subtle groan from him. It felt too good not to, so she did it again. “I wanted to see whether you’d have the same reaction as when you thought I was a stripper.”

So Delilah had noticed that he’d had a hard-on when he’d kissed her the previous night. And despite the effect she knew she had on him, she had accepted his invitation. Brave. “Satisfied?”

“I think you’ll need to do a little more to satisfy me.”

Samson accepted the challenge. His hand traced her neckline. Slowly he slipped it underneath her top and caressed her breast. He cupped her firm peak. Her very responsive peak.

“That’s a start. Samson?”

“Uh huh?” His hand was busy teasing her nipple and turning it hard.

“The stripper last night.” He felt her hesitate. Her question was unspoken, but he knew what she wanted to hear.

“I didn’t touch her. I sent her away. There was no way I could touch another woman after I kissed you. It didn’t feel right.” Not entirely true, since he’d certainly tried, but the result was the same. He hadn’t touched the stripper.

Delilah tilted her head back, and he seized the opportunity to sink his lips onto her exposed neck. Her tempting neck. He could feel her hot blood running through the throbbing vein right underneath her pale skin. So delicious. So trusting.

“All night after you left I was wondering whether you’d allow me to kiss you and touch you. Or if you’d fight me again.”

She gave him an answer by taking the hand that rested on her waist and slowly pushed it lower. He couldn’t resist the open invitation. With a swift move he pulled up her skirt and slid his hand underneath. He let her scent guide him to the warm moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs, touching her drenched panties with his hand.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” She moaned and widened her stance for him. Effortlessly his hand slipped into her panties and traveled to the moist folds of flesh marking the entrance to her body.

“You’re so wet.” He let his admiration color his words.

“That’s your fault.” Her voice was even more of a turn-on than she could know.

“Last night I was dreaming of being inside of you, of feeling your muscles tighten around me when you come. I couldn’t think of anything else. I could barely get through the day.” He had barely slept. Rather he’d been daydreaming about her, about the things he wanted to do with her.

“I didn’t fare much better after how you made me feel last night.”

Delilah tilted her pelvis toward his hand in silent invitation.

“Tell me, did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand?”

His fingers played with her warm flesh, parting the plump lips and spreading her cream. She let out another moan, but didn’t answer him.

“Did you make yourself come?” He was eager to hear her answer.

Delilah shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?” He eased one finger into her inviting slit. She was so tight, he was sure she hadn’t been fucked in a while.

“I wanted you to do it.”

And he would. “Like this?” He used his thumb to find her clit and caressed it, while his finger slowly slipped back and forth, in and out.

“Oh God, just like that.” Her head dropped against his chest.

“You feel so good. Even better than I’ve imagined.”

“Hmh.” Her body started rocking with him in a tantalizing rhythm. His second hand came to aid, allowing him to spread her flesh and expose her engorged nub to his eager fingers, pinching her lightly to send more sensations coursing through her body. She was so easy to read, reacting so directly to each of his ministrations.

“I’m not going to stop until you come right here.” He breathed into her ear. “I want to feel your orgasm rock through your body, and I want to be the reason for it.” The thought of making her come excited him more than pleasing a woman had ever before. At this moment he wasn’t concerned with his own pleasure, he just wanted to experience hers. Now that he knew that he would have her, he could wait and enjoy the anticipation.

“Can you do that for me, come for me?”

His cock was firmly pressed against her lower back, and he knew his erection would still be there later. It wouldn’t come down, not with feeling her body the way he was. With every movement she rubbed herself against him, seemingly oblivious to the sensations she sent through his body.

“Oh God,” she moaned breathlessly. He massaged her clit, following the movements of her body, speeding up as her rhythm sped up. Now two of his fingers plunged into her and moved rhythmically in and out, making her sigh louder, while his finger on her engorged button moved relentlessly, never slowing down, never tiring.

Samson noticed when her breathing changed, her body tensed and her movements became short bursts. He relished the way her body reacted to his touch. His fingers were drenched with her juices, and the scent made his already-hard cock yearn for release.

“That’s it, sweetness, just like that.”

She rode his fingers like an experienced and eager rider. Her skin was flushed, her pulse had quickened, and he could virtually smell the hot blood rushing through her veins, right underneath her skin where his lips latched onto her neck, suckling gently.

But he wouldn’t bite her. No. This was for her. For some inexplicable reason he wanted to be the best lover she’d ever had. He wanted to thank her for what she’d done for him, for the way she aroused him.

“Yes; come for me.” His hands moved faster, matching her rhythm. He could sense the shudders going through her body, the waves, and then her interior muscles clenching around his fingers in short spasms, raining more cream onto his hand as she came. Slowly he stilled his hand to let her ride out her climax.

Samson slipped his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking her arousal off them, well aware that she watched him with bated breath.

“Mmh, you’re delicious.” He’d never tasted anything better in his life. This wouldn’t be the last time tonight that he feasted on her.

“Oh my God!” Her voice sounded husky as her knees suddenly buckled.

He caught her and brought them both down on the couch. He turned her in his arms to gaze at her face. She looked flushed, her skin glistened.

“Satisfied now?” He smiled.

“You’re amazing.” She met his look and pulled his face to hers. Her lips approached his and met them in a passionate kiss.

“Does this mean you’re going to share my bed tonight?”

“I thought we’d already cleared that hurdle.”

“I don’t recall getting a definite answer from you. Even though, I could venture a guess.”

“Maybe I’ll just show you my answer.”

Her hand went to the bulge underneath his pants, cupping it. He felt her fingers slowly trace his hard cock from the tip to the base and back again. He inhaled sharply. It appeared that his selflessness in pleasuring her would pay off.

“I think I get the idea.”

“Let me just make it a little clearer, so there’s no misunderstanding later.”

Delilah tugged at the zipper of his pants and pulled it down slowly. Her hand easily slipped inside. Samson felt the soft skin of her palm pushing his boxers aside and finding his erection straining against her hand. She wrapped her hand around him, gripping his hard shaft tightly. A drop of moisture had already oozed from its tip. With her finger, she slowly spread the moisture over the head, massaging it in. He couldn’t remember ever having been touched this gently.

She would be a very attentive lover, he knew now. She would be just the right medicine for him. One on which he could easily overdose if he wasn’t careful. Dr. Drake had neglected to tell him how much sex he should have with her. Surely he hadn’t meant just once?

“Oh, God, woman, you’re torturing me.”

Delilah gave a soft giggle. “I don’t believe you know the meaning of torture.”

She moved her hand up and down his erection, keeping her grip firm, as if she knew how he liked it. No tutoring needed.

“I do now.” Samson sighed.

“Take me to bed before we embarrass Carl when he gets back.”

He swept her up into his arms and walked up the stairs. This time she didn’t protest being carried. He liked the feel of her small body in his arms. As he carried her into his bedroom, he noticed her giving her surroundings a brief glance. The four-poster bed, the floor pillows in front of the huge fire place, the paintings.

He noted with joy that nothing held her attention for long. Instead her eyes moved back to him, giving him another of her gorgeous smiles. His worldly possessions didn’t seem to influence her. He believed he could have carried her into a shabby hut, and as long as there was a bed, she would have smiled at him with the same anticipation in her eyes.

Samson lowered her onto the bed, quickly stripping her of her shoes before he reached for a remote on the bedside table. One click and the fireplace ignited, starting a small fire. The lights on both bedside tables were on and provided a soft glow in the room. He let his eyes glide over her, savoring the moment.

“Beautiful.” He meant it. To him she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever touched. And now she was in his bed. Ready for him.

Moments later he joined her and took her into his strong arms again. Her body felt so right.

“I forgot to mention: though I can guarantee your safety here, I can’t guarantee that you’ll get any sleep tonight.” He made no attempt to hide the desire in his voice. “In fact, I guarantee you that you won’t.” Not a wink of sleep, not as long as he had any energy left. And as a creature of the night he had energy in abundance.

Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He knew she was teasing him. He felt his skin burn when her fingers travelled to his shirt where she eased one button open and let her hand slip in to touch him. What soft hands.

“Is that a challenge?” He was definitely up for it, more than she could even begin to understand.

“What are you going to do about it?” He knew what she was doing about it, because he was at the receiving end of it. And not complaining either. She’d opened two more buttons of his shirt and now liberally caressed his chest. He was not about to stop her.

“This.” He kissed her cheek. “And that.” He kissed her neck. “And that.”

Samson crushed her lips with his, invading her like he’d done before, but this time more fiercely, more passionately. Nothing could stop him now. She was his, and she wanted him of her own free will. The thought made him feel powerful and stoked his passion for her even more.

Delilah responded to him so willingly and completely, giving her body over to his in the most trusting way he’d ever seen a woman react to him. He didn’t understand it, but he soaked it up. Her body molded itself to his with an understanding he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Even though he was a complete stranger to her, her body seemed to trust him. He could feel how it cried out for him when she writhed against his every touch. Always asking for more.

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.

“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.

Samson found her handbag, snatched it, and dashed back up the stairs two at a time. She was waiting for him. As she pulled out a condom from her handbag and handed it to him, he couldn’t put it on fast enough. Instead of joining her on the bed, he pulled her toward him by her ankles until her legs dangled over the side, and her buttocks rested on the edge of the mattress where he stood.

He looked at her as he spread her legs and positioned himself at her center. Slowly. Deliberately. He pulled her legs up and rested them against his shoulders. She was waiting for him, waiting for him to make a move. His cock at the moist entrance of her body teased her to increase her awareness of him.

Samson inhaled her scent and then slowly pushed forward, plunging into her.

She moaned loudly, joining his groan.

He felt her tight muscles around his cock closing in on him. No, she hadn’t been fucked in a while. He would do the honors of fucking her from now on. He pulled back so only the very tip of his hard shaft was still submerged in her.

“More!” she begged.

Samson thrust back into her, deeper than before. And again. Their bodies slammed together, hard, deep. His cock took on its own will, plunging into her and pulling back in a rhythm he knew would put him over the edge. He needed to get control of himself, to slow it down, to make it last.

He reminded himself of who she was: a human, a vulnerable mortal with hot blood pulsating through her veins. Delilah deserved better than him fucking her like a beast. He released her legs and lowered himself on her, hovering above her. Instantly she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close to her.

He lowered his lips onto hers and kissed her. She tasted like a beautiful flower in a meadow full of lavender. Images of a warm summer afternoon drifted into his mind. He was dancing with her in a meadow of lavender with the sun shining onto him without burning him. He felt the warmth of the rays on his skin, not hurting, but caressing him. What was happening? He could clearly feel the sun, smell the lavender and see the meadow. Was he hallucinating? He blinked and the image disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

His rhythm slowed, and with more tenderness he thought he was capable of, he moved inside of her, slowly and deliberately, soaking up the sensations their intimate joining conjured up in him. He gazed into her green eyes and felt tenderness overwhelm him.

“This is wonderful.” Never had sex felt this tender to him and conjured up such loving feelings in him—not even back when he was human. This woman made him want to feel with his heart, not just his body.

Samson sought her mouth again, tasting her sweet nectar. He was instantly transported back into the sun where he basked under its rays. What was she doing to him, giving him these strange visions? Or was his abstinence from sex to blame for the images in his head?

Even though he didn’t know what was happening, he didn’t fight it, but let himself be carried away—until he suddenly felt her muscles spasm around his cock, squeezing him as she came.

“No, not yet.” But it was too late. He couldn’t hold back and came as she milked him until he was spent.

“Delilah.” He recognized the smile on her face as that of a satisfied woman. He would make sure that he’d see that smile all night. Her lips were still moist from his last kiss. Gently he brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek and followed it by kissing the spot.

A contented sigh was her answer. “Samson.”

He could have stayed on top of her all night, but instead rolled off and stripped himself of the used condom. He didn’t like the separation from her and instantly pulled her back into his arms. Draping her over his body, he kissed the top of her head tenderly. He couldn’t say anything else. For once in his life he was speechless.

Delilah lifted her head and looked at him, but no words came to her lips. Instead, she buried her head in the crook of his neck. He tenderly stroked her hair. There was no need for words. He’d never felt the need to hold a woman the way he held her. He’d never felt the need to cuddle with a woman after sex, so why with her? He had no answer to his question, and for now he didn’t need any.

Samson put his hand under her chin and pulled her face up to him. Without a word, his lips found hers, kissing her longingly. He knew by morning her lips and the rest of her body would be sore, sore because he wouldn’t be able to stop. Just this one sexual act with her had shown him he needed more of her. He wasn’t even close to being sated.

Why? Maybe because he was so starved for sex, or maybe because her body felt so good. Whatever the reason, and he didn’t really care at this point, he needed more.

Samson could feel himself getting hard again and wanted to join his body with hers.

“Could you please hand me another condom?” he asked her as he released her lips.

“I only brought one.”

“One?” Disbelief overrode his instant panic. He looked at her. “Did you think one was going to be enough?”

“Well, I didn’t know …” He caught her glance at his erection, and the knowledge that she liked what she saw made him feel like a proud peacock, increasing his hardness even more.

“Ye of little faith!”

He touched his finger to her nose and laughed. “I’m not going to be able to spend the next six hours in bed with you without touching you. I don’t have that kind of self-control, believe me.”

“So, what now?”

“Would you hand me that phone from the nightstand please?”

Delilah reached for the cordless phone on her side of the bed and handed it to him.

“What are you doing?”

He dialed a number. “Putting in an order.” He listened for the call to be answered.

“Carl. I forgot something,” he started, and she seemed to realize what he was about to do and blushed. Her pink cheeks were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He grinned sheepishly. “Could you please stop by the all-night drugstore and pick up a box of condoms for me?” He paused, not knowing how to answer Carl’s question that followed. “I don’t know.” Maybe Delilah did. “What size?”

“Extra large.” She laughed out loud.

“Did you get that, Carl? Yes, make that a dozen, and just leave them in front of my bedroom door when you come in. That’ll be all for tonight. And no interruptions tonight whatsoever. I don’t care if there’s an earthquake—I don’t want anybody calling or dropping by. Let the guys know, too. Thanks Carl.”

Samson put the phone down, barely listening to Carl’s reply.

“Extra large, huh?” He grinned at her.

“A dozen?”

He shrugged. “Well, I figured I can always get more for tomorrow night, but if you think a dozen isn’t enough for tonight, I’ll call him back.” He made a half-hearted attempt at picking up the receiver again before Delilah stopped him by tickling him at his sides and under his arms. He laughed and turned to her to pay her back. He rolled around the bed with her. As he started tickling her, her giggles grew louder and more uncontrolled.

“I can’t believe you asked your driver to buy you condoms.”

“He’ll get over it.” Maybe she thought it was an embarrassing thing, but Carl probably couldn’t care less if he bought dental floss or condoms.

She settled down after her giggling spell, and he pulled her back into his arms again.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

“It’s going to be at least half an hour till the condoms arrive. I’m not sure how safe it is to kiss you right now. It might make it very hard for me.”

She pointedly looked at his erection. “I don’t think it can get any harder.” Neither did he. And as if to prove her point, she wrapped her hand around his hard-on and caressed him gently.

“I guess I lost that argument.” He smirked and gave into her request.

Delilah loved the way Samson kissed her: tender, passionate, like a man on fire. Without holding back. No man had ever kissed her the way Samson did; he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. She shuddered at the power he had over her body and mind, and at the same time, let herself fall without regret.

He’d given her more pleasure in an hour than she’d had the entire last year, and if a man could bring her to such heights, she couldn’t hold back. She still expected to wake up from a dream and find herself alone in the apartment, daydreaming. It was incredible that a man as handsome and desirable as he would give her the time of day, or night, for that matter. But everything felt too real, so it couldn’t be a dream.

“I think we should find something else to do until Carl gets here,” he suggested suddenly, his voice strained. Disappointment swept over her. Why hadn’t she packed more condoms?

“It’s not that I don’t love kissing you, but I can tell you right now what that’ll lead to in about two minutes. And you don’t want to have to fight me off when I can’t control myself any longer.”

“I don’t think I’d be very good at fighting you off.”

“It would be fun if you at least tried.” It sounded like something which could indeed be a lot of fun.

“Ah, a man who likes to hunt.” She gave him a knowing look.

“Especially when the prey looks so delicious.” His eyes told her just how delicious he found her.

Delilah let her finger slide over his lips. “Go on; catch me if you can.”

Samson playfully closed his mouth, but she pulled her finger back.

“Not fast enough.”

She’d let him catch her, but not just yet. He’d have to work for it a little first.

“Give me another chance.”

Her finger went back to his lips, teasing him with her soft touch. She watched him intently trying to figure out when he would snap his mouth shut. His poker face gave no indication. His tongue reached for her finger, slowly and sensually licking it as if he had no intention of snatching it. Another flick with his tongue, and suddenly his mouth rocked forward, engulfing her finger and snapping shut.

Samson held her hostage and sucked at her gently before releasing her.

“You let yourself be distracted by my tongue—that was your downfall,” he warned her, his eyes flickering. “Never take your eyes off the hunter. You never know when he might strike.”

He pulled her down onto his chest. “How about a kiss for the victorious hunter?”

“Since when does the prey kiss the predator?”

“Never heard of Little Red Riding Hood?”

“She didn’t kiss the hunter.” But she would kiss Samson. He’d caught her. He deserved his prize.

“But she kissed the wolf. What if I was the wolf? Would you kiss me?”

“What version of Little Red Riding Hood were you reading as a kid?”

“The adult version, of course!” He flipped her onto her back so quickly she barely knew what was happening. A second later she was pinned underneath him. She didn’t complain: in her opinion, it was a good place to be.

“Since you’re not going to kiss me of your own free will, I have no choice but to torture you.”

He jumped off the bed and picked her up in his arms.

“Where are we going?” What kind of torture?

“Into the bathroom for some water torture.” He smiled, and his eyes twinkled like a rascal who was planning a prank. Torture suddenly sounded like something she had to try.

His bathroom was windowless and enormous. In addition to an oversized vanity with two sinks, there was a large Jacuzzi-type tub and a huge walk-in shower. The toilet was separate behind a wall.

“I’m kind of looking forward to this water torture you’re promising.”

“Are you telling me I can’t scare you with anything?”

“I guess not. But if you want me to pretend….” She could playact a little if it turned him on. Not that she thought she needed to. Just being herself with him seemed to turn him on.

Samson set her onto her feet and switched on the water in the shower. Once he’d tested the temperature, he gave her a little shove toward it. “After you, my lady.”

Delilah stepped into the shower and felt him right behind her. The water started raining down her torso, and she soaked up the warmth.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered. “I want you to only use your sense of touch—nothing else.”

“Hmm.” She closed her eyes, curious about what he had in mind.

His hands touched her shoulders and painstakingly slowly ran down her arms, pausing in the crook of her elbows before connecting with her wrists. Samson encircled them and pulled her arms up, then eased her toward the tile wall of the shower, pressing her against it. He placed her hands flat onto the wall before releasing her.

“Don’t move.” His order was spoken calmly and with the confidence of a man who was used to his orders being followed. She’d obey: as long as she enjoyed what he was doing. A couple of seconds later, she was certain she’d obey for however long he wanted her to.

His hands went back to her shoulders before descending over her shoulder blades, down her back and over her hips, stopping just short of her round cheeks. Instead, he ran them down the side of her thighs. Hot flames shot through her under his touch. The fact she couldn’t see what he was doing only intensified the sensation.

Delilah heard him shift behind her and suddenly felt both of his hands on her ass making circular motions before moving upwards again. She breathed heavily.

“Lower.” She yearned for his hands on her backside again.

“I’m afraid I make the rules here. Are you ready to give me a kiss yet, or do I need to torture you longer?”

“More torture.” The choice was easy. If this was torture, what would happen if he decided to shower her with pleasure instead?

His hands went underneath her arms and slowly traveled down her sides to her hips before moving inwards and down the middle of her ass. She moaned when she felt his hand rest in between her legs. Hoping he wouldn’t notice, she tilted her pelvis backwards to force his hand to her front. He pressed her back toward the wall.

“No, no.”

Seconds later she felt something warm and slick on her ass. His tongue was licking every inch of her backside. Samson knew how to torture a woman. She felt how hot liquid surged to her already moist flesh and started oozing from her. Finally she felt one hand reach underneath her, probing her moist folds.

With his other hand, he pulled her hips toward him and widened her stance. Delilah felt him turn, and finally his face was right underneath her, in between her legs. He’d positioned himself with his back against the tile wall, his legs stretched out in front of him, his face at her core. With both hands he clasped her ass and pressed his face into her sex, letting his tongue slide over her warm flesh.

“Oh God!” she yelped.

He held her firmly so she couldn’t escape, while his tongue played with her clit. His strokes were masterful and relentless. She knew the only way he would stop was when she came. And she wanted to come … right in his mouth.

His tongue was skilled in finding the right spot and the correct pressure to apply to her to make her gasp at every stroke. His moans mixed with hers, telling her how much he enjoyed pleasuring her. Never had she met a man so selfless when it came to pleasing her.

His hands gently stroked her ass, and his tongue teased her in a rhythm that made her body tingle. She felt her body heat up, burning from the inside as if it was a volcano ready to erupt. The molten lava in her core boiled to the surface, and in one big explosion her body released all its tension, shooting waves of pleasure into her every cell.

Delilah braced herself against the tile wall, her legs shaking, when she felt him get up from underneath her and cradle her in his arms.

“How about a kiss now?”

Delilah turned and opened her eyes, finding herself staring into his, which had turned from its hazel color to a dark gold.

“Anything you want.” She meant it. He didn’t even have to ask.

His lips merged with hers, and he took her and smothered her in a long and passionate kiss. His hands pressed her against his naked body, and she could feel his hard cock against her stomach. She wondered how difficult it had to be for him to touch her like this while he had to wait for Carl to come back with the condoms.

There was something she could do to ease his need. Delilah pushed herself away from him, earning her a startled look from him.

Samson was about to protest the interruption when he felt her hand sheathing his cock.

“Do I get to torture you too?”

“Under one condition. Continue kissing me.” He’d never felt anything like it with anybody else. When he was submerged in her kiss, she transported him to another world, a world of sunshine and warmth. He was getting addicted to it. The images were so vivid he could almost sense the sun on his body and smell the flowers in the meadow. Yet he had no idea why he had those visions with her.

He sought her lips again and was instantly transported back into the summer meadow. She slid her hand up and down his erect cock, tugging on it harder with each movement. Her hand was soft and warm, and the water trickling down on them made every movement smooth.

Delilah knew how to excite him. Just feeling her breasts crushed against his chest, her lips on his and her tongue dueling with his, aroused him more than any vampire female ever had. But the touch of her hand—it was something out of heaven. The way she ran her hand over him, squeezed him with just the right pressure and moved his skin back and forth, was as if she could read his mind, knowing instinctively what he wanted and what brought him closer and closer to his climax.

“Delilah.”

Her hand squeezed him again, faster now and harder. In a desperate attempt to steady himself, he dug his hands into her hips and pressed one thigh in between hers. But the onslaught of sensations her caress sent through him was too much. His breath quickened, and his body tensed as he felt his seed shoot through his cock and spray against her stomach.

He braced himself against the wall behind her and buried his head in the crook of her neck, trying to hide from her that his legs shook like those of a teenager experiencing his first sexual encounter. This human woman drove every sane thought out of his body.

“I think that’s all the torture I can take for now.” It wasn’t what he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to tell her what he felt when he was with her, but he couldn’t. He barely knew her. She would think he was crazy. And besides, it would never work: he was still a vampire. He shouldn’t even feel the things he felt with her.

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?