His kiss was rough and clumsy, but there was a touch of caution, afraid of accidentally sinking his fangs into my lips. My eyes softened before I slowly closed them, melting in his lips and embrace. Sam… my lord, my prince, my husband. I never realized how much I missed him until now, and I could not help but tear up. I'm glad that he returned.
Sam hissed as I drew away, resting his forehead against mine. He seemed agitated as he grumbled through his gritted teeth, "my blood is boiling." Anger was what I heard in his voice.
"Are you afraid you will end up hurting me?" I asked, recalling how I had to persuade him during our first night together. I didn't feel like he didn't want me. Instead, there was this desperation of needing something he couldn't have.
He leaned in and left a quick peck on my lips. "No, I can and I'm capable of hurting you just to get what I want, Lilou," he whispered under his breath, "however, your damn Sam kept on interfering with me."