CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him.

“Look at me,” Samson demanded.

Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Isabella crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer.

“I love you,” she said again.

“All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question.

“All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more.

Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Samson began to...