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Rose moans loudly, her head falling back against the wall as I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing circles over her clit. I can feel her getting close, her walls clenching around my fingers.
“That’s it, my dove,” I murmur, feeling her body tense up as her orgasm approaches. “Come on my hand.”
And with that, Rose lets out a loud moan, her body shaking as she comes hard against my fingers. I keep pumping in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure as much as I can.
When she finally comes down from her high, I pull my fingers out of her and lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are still closed, and her lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath.
I lean in and kiss her gently, my tongue tracing her lips until she opens up to me. I deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her body once more and now she’s grabbing my aching dick.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need you inside.”
I give her a salacious grin. “Okay. But when you come again for me, you’re also coming for them.”
She eyes the couple over my shoulder, her lids growing heavy with lust. “Then make me come, my lord.”
I waste no time in positioning myself between her legs, my cock pulsing with need as I line it up with her cunt. I thrust into her with one swift motion, filling her completely as she lets out a loud moan.
The water around us churns as I start to move, my cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. Rose’s legs are still wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck as she kisses me deeply.
I can feel the eyes of the couple on us, probably watching the whirlpool I’m creating, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the feeling of Rose’s body around me, the way she moans and writhes beneath me.
I pull back slightly, holding her hips as I start to drive into her harder, deeper. She gasps and arches her back, her nails digging into my skin as she claws for purchase.
The pressure is building steadily in my balls, the need to come overwhelming. I start to pump harder, faster, my breath coming in short gasps as I chase my own pleasure.
Rose’s body tenses up again, her walls clenching around me as she comes for the second time. The sight and feeling of her orgasm is enough to push me over the edge, and I pump my hot cum into her, filling her up as I roar out my own climax.
I collapse against her, our bodies still joined as we catch our breath. The water around us is still churning, evidence of a ghost.
Rose leans up and kisses me softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That was fun,” she whispers.
I grin down at her. “You’re telling me. Now I only wish they were able to see us.”
We both turn towards the couple, who are staring at us in only mild confusion.
“That jet looks extra powerful,” one of them says, gesturing to where the water still spins, and they both start making their way through the water toward us.
I quickly pull out of Rose and I take her hand and yank her out of the water with me. We watch as the couple looks around the pool, wondering where the whirlpool went, and we laugh as we run off together.
* * *
I wakeup from a nap feeling hungry. It hasn’t been long since I fed—both Rose and I had bottles of blood before we got on the plane, the last of the fresh supply I had at the house. But even so, my stomach growls. Though feeding from vampires doesn’t do a lot to curb hunger pangs, I find myself craving her blood. Or maybe it’s just her in general that I’m hungry for.
I get up and see her through the open French doors standing on the balcony, looking out over the busy waters of the Bosphorus. She’s wearing just a robe, her hair blowing back in the wind and catching the last light of the sunset and I think I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight.
This woman has fused herself to me in so many ways, and every time I’m surprised at the depth of my feelings for her, the way they keep building moment by moment until I’m afraid of the crescendo. I shouldn’t be surprised at all. There has to be some level of me that is head over heels in love with her and that’s constantly bubbling to the surface, threatening to breach. Maybe I don’t remember her and what we were to each other but I’m starting tofeelwhat we were. I’m starting to feel not just her love for me, but I may be feeling love for her.
It’s just every time I think about it, the feeling leaves. It’s nebulous and hard to pin down and it leaves me all the more confused. All I know is that if I’m not careful, and I give myself to Rose like I had in some distant past, I will end up heartbroken all over again.
She will leave me again. Somehow, I fear she’ll leave me.
What if death is her destiny?
And if she doesn’t die, then I will be with her but never remembering her and that’s a special kind of hell of its own.
A hell you willingly walked into, I remind myself.A hell you welcomed.
Fuck. I am a mess. It’s the worst time to be a mess too, because I need to stay sharp. I can’t let the past and the lack of it fuck up the job we came here to do. That takes precedence over everything else, especially my feelings for her.
