CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

He growled his approval as he stroked her in a tortuous pattern against her pleasure spot. Within seconds she was shuddering under him in a fulfillment that both elated and terrified her. Her body truly did not belong to her in that space of time. He owned it with the gratification he gave her, the emotions that pleasure evoked in her.

“Samson! Yes.” She moaned. Oh, yes. She wanted to receive him, to take him as primitively as his eyes told her he wanted it to be.

The vampire inside him broke to the surface, unleashed by the call from his mate. He stopped touching her only...