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And then he’s thrusting inside me, again and again and again, until I can feel his cock grow even harder and I know he’s close.
“Come inside me,” I whisper, my voice ragged from the orgasm.
Valtu growls, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure. He thrusts deep and hard, like I’m being nailed to the floor, and then he comes like a freight train, every muscle in his body taut with the effort, his neck corded as his head is thrown back.
“Fuck!” he bellows, the sound hammering the room.
Holy fucking shit.
I watch him come undone and he’s buried so deep, my body a tight fist around him, my pussy clenching him, making him moan, that I don’t know if we’ll ever come apart. I feel him shoot inside of me, white hot and heavy and I’m bucking my hips up so that he keeps coming and coming.
Then he’s gasping, chest heaving and his thrusts slow and we’re easing down together into this heady, luxurious kind of heat.
But it’s not enough, I need more, I need—
I need his blood, too. I want to feed from him for the first time, to taste him. I just don’t know how to ask for it.
And though his cock is still hard inside me, he pulls out and gets to his feet, his pants falling to the floor.
“Come here,” he says, stepping out of them and crouching down to scoop me up in his arms. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”
He picks me up and carries me out to the balcony, the both of us naked, and he takes me over to the railing. He places my ass on the edge and I’m having a flashback to Mittenwald. That feels like a different time because itwasa different time. He was a different Valtu, and I was different too. I had no idea of the powers I possessed, no idea that I was about to destroy the demon, let alone the book.
And I had no idea that Valtu would ever come back to me.
But he has. He’s here and he’s roughly spreading my legs with one hand, holding me secure with the other.
I look around, at the other hotel room windows, at the city streets below me, at the lights reflecting on the water between the continents, and while night has descended, we’re very much in public.
“You belong to me, my dove,” Valtu says gruffly, and with his grip strong on my hips, he pushes back inside me. “You always have. From the very start through eternity.”
I gasp as he thrusts up into me, feeling the height of the world below. But the thrill of being watched, the danger of falling, only adds to the intensity of what we’re doing. Valtu is claiming me, showing the world that I’m his, and I revel in it.
“Yours,” I breathe, my hands gripping the railing behind me. “I’m yours.”
He grinds his hips against me, his cock filling me up completely, and I can feel him getting harder inside me. His fingers dig into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks on my hips, as he fucks me harder and harder, his breath coming in hot, panting gasps.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
I whimper in agreement, my body writhing against his as he drives into me, deeper and harder with each thrust. I can feel the heat building inside me again, the familiar coiling sensation, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this, of him.
“You like that, yeah?” His voice rumbles. “You like getting fucked in front of the world like this? Look at you, letting everyone know that it’s my big cock that claims you. Such a good fucking girl.”
Jesus. My whole body flushes hot and tight. I could hear his filthy mouth forever.
“Val,” I whisper to him, the pace of his hips quickening. “Can I ask for something?”
“Anything, my love,” he says, kissing my neck.
“I want to feed from you,” I manage to say, feeling shy all of a sudden, which is an odd feeling when you’re being thoroughly fucked above a bustling city.
He pulls back enough for his dark eyes to search mine, surprise flickering. “I would be honored.”
He tilts his head to the side, his jugular exposed, and I automatically feel my canines sharpen into fangs, the hunger for his blood coursing through me. There are so many smells around us, the scent of our sex, our sweat, the diesel and spices and incense of the city, but it’s his blood I suddenly smell most of all.
He smells like home.
My mouth waters and I grab his neck and bite him sharply. He hisses as I sink my fangs deep into his neck. The taste of his blood is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s warm and thick, with a hint of sweetness, and it floods my mouth, filling every corner of my being with its essence. Even after all these lives and years together, we have found a new first.
