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Strength of an Assassin

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"You are so perfect," Samson whispered. "You accept everything I want without question."


He was my mate.

"I have never done anything in this life to deserve you, but I'll fight the devil himself to keep you."

I smiled as I looked up into Samson's intense eyes. I reached up and stroked my hand over the side of his face. "You don't have to fight anyone for me, Samson. I'm yours."

I had no idea the violent response my words would garner. Samson growled as he crushed our lips together, capturing mine in a brutal kiss that curled my toes. I groaned as I spread my arms and legs, wrapping both around my mate.

The man was rock hard against me, his entire body.

Every glorious inch.

Something possessive and scorching ignited in Samson's ice blue eyes. His touch was feather light, worshiping as they moved gently across my skin. The awe in Samson's expression took my breath away.

"You're mine, Henry," Samson whispered before pressing a kiss against my skin. "I'll love you until the day I die."

"Samson." I slid my hand along the rough stubble on Samson's jaw line. "I love you, too, Samson."

Samson let out a small whimper. Before I could draw in a breath, Samson's lips covered mine once again, the man's tongue pressing in to explore and conquer. I melted into Samson's embrace, my body tingling with need.

"Clothes," I murmured against his lips.

I was more dressed for the occasion than he was...or undressed in my case. His needed to go.

My eyes widened when Samson scrambled back to stand at the end of the bed. Fabric tore as he ripped it clothes away.

I was in awe of his strength.

I was thrilled by his loss of control.

By the time Samson's naked body covered mine, I was ready to scream. The desire to feel every inch of the man's large, muscular body pressing me down into the mattress rode me hard.

Samson's hand trailed painfully slow down my side before moving around to grab my ass. "Need you, baby. Need to feel you wrapped around me. Spread your legs."

Was he serious?

I was supposed to move?

To function?

My brains had melted out my ears.

I blinked in surprise when Samson pushed my legs apart. Apparently, he was serious. I dug my fingers into Samson's shoulders, holding on just a bit tighter. I shook every time Samson touched me.

I was coming apart.

"Samson!" I cried out when a thick finger breached my ass and began to move.

"What do you need, baby?" Samson instantly stilled and hovered over the top of me.


Samson's finger pushed into my ass again, the man grabbing my cock at the very same time. I cried out and bucked, unsure if I wanted to push back against the invasion thrusting into my ass or drive my cock through the fist slowly driving me out of my mind.

"Keep your arms wrapped around my neck, baby."

I shot Samson a worried look as I did as directed.

He was giving orders again.

What part of melted brain didn't he get?

"There you go," Samson crooned as he pushed a second finger deep inside of my ass, and then a third, thrusting them in and out, spreading them, rubbing against my sweet spot.

My head fell back, the intense burning warring with the pleasure shooting through my body at lightning speed. I almost couldn't keep up with the exquisite sensations flooding my system, one right after the other.

"Look at you," Samson whispered hoarsely, "Look how sexy you are."

Looking deep into Samson's blue eyes, I could believe what the man was saying to me. There was no way Samson could look at me with such burning intensity without there being some truth behind his words.

I kept one arm wrapped around Samson's neck. With the other one, I reached up and cupped the side of Samson's face, drawing the man's lips down to mine. Samson's hot breath blew across my face as our lips met. The kiss was surprisingly sweet considering how erotic every other touch between us was.

"I need to be yours," I whispered against Samson's lips. "Claim me again, Samson. Make me yours."

"You are mine," Samson replied as his eyes bored into mine. "You will always be mine."

I inhaled sharply when Samson's fingers pulled out of my ass. I felt hollow, empty. I almost cried out in protest until I was lifted and turned, and then settled on my hands and knees. Samson's large hand grabbed the nape of my neck, pressing my head down toward the mattress. His other hand lifted my ass up into the air.

It was not a dignified position.

"Sam—oh god!" I bit into the blanket as the head of Samson's cock push against my tight ring of muscles. Samson slowly eased his thick length inside of my ass, stretching me until pleasure held me immobile.

I might have whimpered.

I had an excuse. I was pretty sure I had died and gone to heaven. I changed my mind a moment later when Samson lifted me, pulling me back until my back was flush with his chest. I slid down, Samson's rock hard cock impaling me inch by glorious inch.

"God, baby," Samson whispered in my ear, "the way you feel wrapped around my cock."

The body at my back shook as if it took every ounce of Samson's control not to move.

While I appreciated the man's restraint…"Samson, please." I clenched my inner muscles, digging my fingers into the arm wrapped around me. "Move."