Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Two
Isabella lifted her head to look at him, almost as if she was trying to read his mind and know what was going on inside his head. She gave him a small smile before she slipped back into his arms, molding her pliable body to his. Samson was sure she had noticed the hungry look with which he devoured her. He hoped that sleep would claim him again soon so he could keep his promise, but knew instinctively that it wouldn’t come fast enough as he had just woken up.
He stiffened when he felt her hands begin to move all over his chest, playing with hairs on it. He was determined to ignore it. Ignore the fact that blood was steadily pumping into his dick, but when she fingertips grazed his nipple he grunted, unable to hold it in any longer.
"You said you wanted me in your arms, right?” Isabella asked, and he knew that she was teasing him. The woman was pure evil.