Welcome to my newest creation: The Azzurra, a True Blood fanfic. Enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Much love for you, dear readers.

Warning: this chapter contains mature sexual content.

Chapter One: Sex on Fire

"Sam!"

She screamed his name before she reached his trailer, the sound obscured by the rain slapping against the leaves of the trees. Slipping in the mud as she raced toward the entrance to his trailer, her already bruised limbs smacked against the ground. Ignoring the pain, she pushed herself up and charged toward the door, her fatigued body collapsing against the trailer's entrance.

"Sam!" Fiercely pounding on the door, her body and mind began to fail her when she received no response. He can't be dead. Not now.

Instead of fully succumbing to her fears, she continued screaming his name. Calling to him served a purpose. She couldn't call to him if he was dead. Her tiny fists pounded on the door with less and less vigor as the tears fell from her eyes like the raindrops around her.

She heard the hurried footsteps before she heard her name. Whipping around toward the sound of his voice, the lightning from above illuminated him. Beaten, but breathing. Alive.

"Izzy!"

Her own breathing stopped as he ran to her, his eyes filled with the passion her shock couldn't express. She gasped as Sam grabbed her, his lips devouring hers as his hands gripped her waist. The force of his entrance shoved her body backward into the door of his trailer, her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his felt the craving desire explode in his groin, his need for her overpowering all other emotions. Her hands were raking through his damp hair, grasping his locks with fervor.

She broke the kiss to sneak a few breaths of oxygen, her need for him so strong she was breathing in the color of his eyes. "I thought you were dead," she panted. "I thought you …" She trailed off as Sam shook his head, the corners of his mouth curving upward into the slightest of smiles.

Clutching his short, brown tresses, she crushed her lips to his, his moist flesh eager to continue exploring her mouth. Sam's hands slid down the front of her shirt, pausing to greedily grasp her breasts, the fleshy mounds displayed proudly underneath her wet, white t-shirt.

Isabella was the one to continue, her hands descending over his chest to pry open the button to his jeans, her right hand plunging into the denim to massage the growing bulge under his briefs. Groaning, Sam broke their kiss, his eyes squinting shut in pleasure. Pressing her hand deeper into the front of his jeans, he used his remaining free hand to retrieve his keys and force open the door.

Tossing the keys to the floor, Sam returned his lips to her eager mouth as he kicked the door shut behind him. Simultaneously, they used their feet to remove their shoes without breaking their embrace.

The intertwined couple was still moving backward under Sam's force, Isabella finally coming into contact with the wall of his trailer. Moaning as she hit the wall, she forced Sam's pants to his ankles, then slipped her hands under his briefs to allow them to fully explore the hard stalk craving release.

She ravenously stroked the shaft as Sam's lips moved to her neck. His hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then pulling down the denim and panties as far as he could reach without causing her hand to leave his shaft. She sighed at the exposure of herself to him – the man she loved.

But as he grabbed the base of her shirt and began yanking it upward, she had to release her hand from his cock so he could remove her top. Before the shirt hit the floor, his lips and tongue had returned to her neck and collarbone, the warmth of his tongue tasting the flesh before his lips drowned the skin. Isabella removed her own bra, her nipples instantly hardening as Sam's hands grasped them.

After sufficiently massaging the mounds, he grabbed her hand and shoved it back into his briefs. "Don't stop," he moaned, begging her to continue. Her hand continued its eager stroking, the pleasure causing Sam's quick breaths to puncture the air.

Wiggling out of her jeans, Isabella craned her neck to allow Sam direct access to her skin. Her eyes rolled back as Sam's hand trailed downward across her abs and stomach, his middle finger poised to strike. The finger was first to reach her mound, sneaking between the lips and rubbing her clit only once before continuing its journey. With a single, swift motion, he plunged the finger into her warm hole, her resulting moan resonating off the walls.

"Sam … oh God, Sam, please … "

Unable to wait any longer, Sam released his cock from his briefs and secured his hands under her knees. Lifting her off the ground, he poised his cock for insertion, waiting only a moment for her to secure her legs and arms around him. He gripped her waist with one hand and used his other to guide the tip of his cock to her inviting hole.

With a fierce grunt, he thrust his shaft inside her wetness. "Fuck." His eyes squeezed shut again, the tight, velvety warmth nearly sending him over edge instantly.

Isabella's head tilted backward in pure pleasure, the hard stalk slipping easily into her hole. Holding her in place, Sam moved away from the wall, Isabella's mouth covering his as he maneuvered through the trailer to his bed.

As Isabella's head hit the pillow near the headboard, she moaned under Sam's weight, the feel of his flesh pressed against hers sending a fresh wave of pleasure to her groin. His penis slipped out of her hole, and Sam immediately missed her tight heat.

Raising her hips in invitation, Isabella moaned again. "No, don't stop. Sam … " Hearing her whimper his name only made his craving worse. Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed her legs apart, then grabbed her waist and dragged her hole toward his cock.

His shaft dove once again into the warm wetness, the sensation somehow even better than he remembered. Sam unknowingly let out a loud groan, the thunder outside almost matching his sound. He began pistoning into her, her back arching in pleasure beneath him. As she spread her legs wider, Sam took the invitation to let his cock rule his mind. Gripping her waist in place, he held her steady as he rocketed in and out of her, the juices coating his shaft making the motion so simple, so erotic.

Panting with each thrust, Sam felt the explosion coming. Building and building as her walls tightened around him. She was close, too, her legs quivering on either side of him. The room spun as he neared his peak, her mounting groans finally matching his own.

With one, final thrust, he slammed into her, her legs quaking beneath him as his cum filled her, punching into her with the same ferocity as his thrusts. He held his cock deep in her hole as her orgasm completed its cycle, sending waves of pleasure from groin to head to toe.

Sam finally removed his throbbing member, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Her lips covered his instantly, but not with the same erotic urgency as before. This time, her kisses were slow and sweet, her tongue delicately tracing his bottom lip.

Exhausted, he wrapped one of his legs around hers and moved his head so they were sharing the same pillow. Kissing her forehead, Sam closed his eyes and inhaled the sensual scent of her chocolate-colored tresses. Snuggling into his chest, she closed her eyes and joined him in sleep within seconds.

*****

Isabella awoke at 3:28 a.m., the rain outside still slapping against the windows. Sam was in a deep sleep, his slow, deliberate breaths calming her in a way she couldn't even describe.

Creeping out of bed, she walked toward the kitchen, the quick flashes of lightening shining through the windows and guiding her way. Retrieving a glass from a cabinet, she poured herself some water from the sink and sipped the cool refreshment.

Her mind wandered as she stared out of the window in front of her into the rain. She never intended on staying on Bon Temps. It was an accident that she arrived here. But was everything else an accident? Sam? Jason? Sookie and Bill? Tara and Layfayette? How could it be an accident? It was as if her presence had sent Bon Temps into a chaotic tempest of events. She had changed it permanently. And it would continue to change.

What many would assume was a gift she labeled as her curse. That's why she had been running. But how was Bon Temps the finish line? It could only be because of Sam. Sam, who didn't even see her at first, not in the way she saw him. But he did now. He belonged to her, in every way a man could.

As she turned her head in the direction of the bed, smiling at his nude form, the window shattered beside her, an unknown object fiercely striking her head. Flying backward, blood obscured her vision of several figures entering the trailer. As her head hit the wall, the world around her became silent.