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I suck greedily, my body pulsing with a hunger that I never knew existed until now. Valtu moans, his fingers tightening around my waist as he continues to thrust into me, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch.

The combination of his blood and his cock inside me is almost too much to bear. I’m on the brink of another orgasm, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

“You like this, don’t you?’ he says through a throaty gasp. “Being fucked and fed at the same time?”

“God, yes,” I moan, my body arching against him, as a few trails of hot blood spill down my chin.

“Then come for me, my dove,” he whispers. “Come for me, and drink me in.”

And with those words, I shatter into a thousand pieces, my body flying apart from him, from his cock, from the feel of my teeth in his neck, his blood in my throat. My climax spirals out of control and I can feel it from every extremity, from my fingers to my toes, until it takes over every inch of my body and everything lights up with ecstasy, and I’m screaming out his name as I come. My back arches over the railing until I think I’m free falling and I submit to it.

But his grip is strong, his arms are safe, and I am his.

Everything goes hot and cold at the same time, my blood racing and pounding through my veins, a mixture of the two of us together.

“I’m coming,” he groans, his body straining, his muscles taut and tight.

He lets out a low grunt and his cock throbbing and jerking within me, his blood rich and red in my mouth, and even though I’m still flying high with the aftershocks of my orgasm, I can feel the connection between us growing. I can feel the bond that I thought was severed beginning to reknit, to form anew between us.

Then time seems to slow. It wraps itself around us, holding us in place, him inside me, while I’m holding his head to my chest, letting our breath return.

Anyone looking out of their hotel rooms could see us right now and frankly I’m surprised that the fire department hasn’t been called because of the lightning strike, or the police because of all our yelling and screaming, but I guess people just accept the chaos that comes with a bustling old city such as Istanbul.

Valtu pulls his head back and gives me a most satisfied grin. “So how did I taste?”

“Amazing,” I tell him, grinning back at him with a blood-stained mouth.

“I could tell. You’re a greedy little girl, you know that.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

He laughs and kisses me.

My heart is full.

He picks me up off the railing and sets me down, then pulls me to him in a sudden embrace, his hand cupping the back of my head and holding me to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and grasp him tight. His heart beats steadily in his chest and my heart matches his rhythm in return and even though he’s no longer inside me, I still feel like we’re one.

The wind whips off the water but it’s warm this time and I close my eyes to it, inhaling him, us, and the scents of the city, feeling so infinitely alive.

Alive and powerful.

“They’re out there,” I say quietly, determination hardening my voice. I turn my head against his chest so that I’m looking across the water. “Somewhere in this city, my brother is out there. And we will find them again.”

“The chances of them staying at the same place are low,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “And I don’t want to do anything that will put you in harm’s way.”

“Then we’ll wait for the others.”

“And if they don’t show up? Without that book, Rose, I don’t think we can do this alone.”

I know he’s right. And yet I still regret nothing.

“We will find a way,” I tell him.

I have to believe it.

Chapter25

Valtu

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