They said there were multiple truths in certain things. I didn't fully understand that until now.

In this fall, it was true that I'm afraid. Not that I didn't trust Sam; I trust him, and that's a fact. However, this fear had been part of human nature.

This arousal as he locked lips with me was also true. It was a simple example of how multiple truth could confuse a situation but made sense — a bit.

I feel hot despite the generous air around us. My heart racing, confused if it was because I'm subconsciously aware we're falling, or because of how he deepened his kiss.

It felt nice, either way.

Suddenly, I felt his lips smile against mine. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately tighten my drip around him.

I'm scared to look to where we're landing. However, my stupid eyes subconsciously moved and saw how close we were to the ground.

"Sam…!" I yelled out of instinct and shut my eyes close. Yet, I heard him chuckled as he cradled my body into his embrace.

"We should do this more often." He said in between his chuckles. I didn't know what to respond.

Should I agree or not? Did I enjoy it? Yes. Did it scare me? Without a shadow of doubt.

"Hold tight and grit your teeth." Sam instructed in my ear. Even without seeing him, just by his tone made me imagine him smirking mischievously.

He just did whatever he pleased. That's so much like him.

As instructed, I pressed my body against him. My arms around his neck, my face buried in his chest, gritting my teeth as I anticipate our landing.

I felt his firm arms around my waist, his other hand stilling the back of my head. His arms were enough to give this reassurance I'm safe. With him, I'm always safe.

And then, impact.

Sam's chest was firm and a bit soft. When a big 'thud' rang in my ear, I buckled my arms around him. I shook in his embrace, but he held me securely.

After a while, I carefully open one of my eye, and then the other followed. We've landed?

Instinctively, I perked up and looked around. Sam was carrying me whilst squatting down.

"See? It's not bad, right?" Sam teased, gazing down at me. "I would always catch you or pull your hand out of danger, remember?"

Even after that fall, he's as dazzling as ever. And even after that, I found him more… attractive in the eye.

His dauntless nature had this special place in my heart. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva as I stabilized my breathing.

"Your kiss made it bearable." I muttered, blushing as I looked away.

But it was true, though. His action during the fall made it bearable and… dangerously hot.

We nearly made love in the air. I'm losing my mind for having such thoughts. But…

I gazed up again, as he was still staring down at me. I often find myself needing more of him.

Sam was enough, but unconsciously, I'm having this insatiable greed. I wanted more of him, more… of him.

Before I knew it, I lifted my head and smashed his lips. I heard him chuckle into my mouth, but I pressed him against me by embracing him tighter.

More. I've starved before, but this thirst and hunger was something I desperately needed to satiate.

He was right. Jumping from that height lifted off the stress that had been clouding my mind. Thoughts of him replaced it.

Just him; Samael La Crox.

After initiating a kiss, Sam was quick to respond and fought me for dominance. My eyes fluttered close as we battled for dominance.

He won. I didn't mind him winning. I love his supremacy. It made him so much hotter.

Soon, I felt my back lay flat against the cold grass. I shivered, but ignored the coldness of the earth.

"Sweetheart, stop teasing me because I'd take you right here and now if you don't." He whispered huskily, breaking his lips from me, and continued on kissing my jaw down to my neck.

His lips had touched every part of my body before. However, each time still gave this new pleasant feeling, which made me feel all tingly in delight.

Sam wanted me to stop him, but the way his hand snuck inside my skirt, crawling up to my thigh, told me he wouldn't listen.

"Then, take me." I whispered breathlessly.

As soon as those words escaped my lips, I felt his teeth sink into my shoulders lightly. I shivered and arched my back as my mouth fell open.

It was not his fangs yet, but my breath hitched as my toes curled. My heart pounded against my chest each time his hot breaths caressed my neck.

And then his tongue sensually licked my skin. I knew what would happen.

Back in Whistlebird, Sam and I made love. However, he avoided on making his fangs or even his teeth have a contact with my neck.

I always paid attention to what he was doing to me. Hence, I could tell the difference.

Sam breathed sharply against my shoulders as his hand clenched my thigh. It was rough and strong, not the usual gentleness.

Still, it just what I needed. Something rough and strong; something different and… dangerous.

"Do it." I said daringly.

Sam pulled back and his eyes hovered over me. His eyes darkened even more the second he caught my gaze.

Slowly, I saw his hand raised, approaching me. Was he trying to strangle me?

Despite what it appeared so, I only swallowed a mouthful of saliva as his fingers carefully wrapped around my neck. I didn't move. He would really strangle me for real?

Yet Sam never tightened his grip. Instead, his eyes drooped as he carefully studied my face without a word.

"Sam…?"

"Shh." Sam remained silent, tapping his finger on the side of my neck. "It's not there."

He muttered as he withdrew his hand away.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." Sam nonchalantly answered as he raised his finger. His nail slowly grew sharp.

To my surprise, Sam used that finger, slicing his palm across, which was quick to produce blood.

"Sam?" I gasped as blood immediately dripped down from his palm before he clenched it close.

"Don't mind it." Sam replied as he placed his fist on the side of my head.

His other hand pinned my hand over my head. His dark crimson eyes showed no restraint as his fangs let themselves known.

My instinct told me to run. But I didn't. Why would I run away from him?

"There are certain reasons some things happened, sweetheart." Sam's tone was low and intimidating.

His gaze never left mine. Staring at him sent a shiver down my spine. The way he looked hungrily at me with lust to the point he looked angry caused my breath to hitch.

Deep down, I knew Sam wanted something else. That this man pinning me down was a part of that dark side of his.

And right now, his lust was overpowering him. I knew what he wanted that instant.

"Tell me if it becomes unbearable." Yet, his words brought relief to my heart.

I loved the gentle side of him. I loved it when he looked at me affectionately. But there's just this inexplicable attraction I had towards his dauntless and dangerous side of him.

"Let's not make love." I dared. "Let's fuck… hard."

That's what he wanted, and I also wanted it right now. After doing it with him multiple times, I felt confident in my stamina to keep up with him.

I was wrong.