"Five years and that's all you have to say to me?" he asked. Standing so close she could taste his breath.

She wanted to move away from him. But she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. So she stood right there. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.


"Well... Is there anything else you want me to say?" she asked 

The side of his mouth moved upwards.

He was smiling? Why the hell was he smiling like that? She thought. She didn't remember saying anything funny.

"You left... Kitty" he said. "I asked you to stay... Begged you to stay... And you left anyways.. With him. And now you come back... Acting like everything is okay between us...?"

There was something about him... She thought. Something about the way he called her 'Kitty' that made her heart flip. He was the only one who called her that. She hadn't even realized how much she missed him calling her that. 

"You shouldn't have gone with him". He said. 

"Oh really? Why not? Because you didn't want me to?" she asked. She was starting to get angry. 

"Yeah that's right" he replied. "And because of what you felt for me -what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe --like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay"

ALWAYS BEEN YOU 

When she released his shoulder, she felt him do the same. A moment later, his tongue smoothed over the area. 


He kissed her, catching her as she came down from her high. “I’m here, sweetness, I’m here.” 


She panted heavily. Had she even breathed during the entire time? She couldn’t remember. “You didn’t tell me it would be so amazing.” 


Samson chuckled softly. “The deeper the love, the more intense the bonding.” 


Isabella brushed her lips to his. “I could feel you.” 


“And I could feel you. Your heart is pure. I’m honored you gave it to me.” He kissed her tenderly. 


“I’m going to love living here with you,” she said. 


"I'm going to love it too" Samson replied. "So can I ask what method you choose?" 


They lay in each others arms for a while before Isabella suddenly sat up on the bed. Samson tried to hold her back but she moved her arm away from him. With her back turned to him, she whispered : 


Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve