21. Valtu #2
She brings my cock right out, running her hand from base to tip.
“Then we’ll do what vampires do best and compel them to forget.
Otherwise they’ll be saying this place is haunted.
” She pauses, giving the head a squeeze and causing a moan to fall from my lips.
“Besides, what were you just saying about fucking in public?”
“I was saying I’m fucking good at it,” I growl, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her face toward mine, kissing her so hard I know I’m leaving her breathless.
Rose moans into my mouth as I press her up against the wall of the pool, our bodies pressing together as I deepen the kiss. My hands roam over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her bikini top, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
She lets out a whimper as I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck and collarbone. My hands slide down her body, gripping her ass as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her harder against the wall.
I grind my cock against her, feeling how wet she is through the thin material of her bikini bottoms. She gasps, her nails digging into my back as I reach between us, pulling the material aside to slide two fingers inside her.
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 wake up 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 to feel what 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.
So I shove those feelings aside and I try to pretend I don’t notice how goddamn ravishing she is and I join her on the balcony.
“It reminds me of Venice,” she comments without turning around. “But fewer tourists and more real people. And I love the sound of the mosques.” As she says that, a call to prayer rings out from the nearest mosque, filling the air at sunset.
I go and stand beside her, leaning forward so I’m resting my arms on the railing.
It’s December now and the nights are getting cold here, but for us it’s the perfect temperature, warm with a bite to it.
“It’s one of the reasons I love it here,” I tell her.
“The culture, the history. Glad I had a chance to come back. Even if it’s under the present circumstances. ”
“Speaking of,” she says, turning to face me. “I think I got an idea of their location. I can’t be sure because it keeps changing.”
“Where?”
“So you know this morning I kept seeing what I’m assuming is the Grand Bazaar, though I’m sure there are a million markets like that here?
It’s like I’m looking through Bellamy’s eyes when I’m doing this, so I can’t quite see him.
But I see what he’s seeing. And I’m seeing Leif with him wherever he goes.
He’s a little fuzzy, like looking through a staticky TV, but he still looks like Dylan to me. ”
“Do you have any idea yet what they were doing in the market?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I still think it was spices but maybe materials to make magic with? This city does feel like it’s brimming with it.”
“And you just tried again now?”
“Yes. It works a little better when I’m out here.
I don’t know if it’s me being in nature or what, but it’s like the wind and the river help bring me clarity.
So this time I saw them inside an old building.
Almost like a mosque but not. It had the look but not the reverence.
It was Bellamy and Leif, but also two others that I vaguely recognized.
One ended up being Atlas Poe, a witch that I knew of back then.
The other was a witch I think I went to school with.
Celina something. They were discussing stuff, but I don’t know what.
Business, I guess, I couldn’t make out what they were saying most of the time. ”
She turns her attention back to the city and gestures toward the Asian side of the Strait.
“But I feel a magnetic like pull to that area. Kind of where the docks are. I think if we went there tomorrow and got closer, maybe I could pick up more details, and maybe I could actually pinpoint where they are.”
She turns back to look at me and her cheeks are flushed, she’s practically glowing. She’s proud. Proud of the magic. When I first learned my spells, I wasn’t proud, I was just smug. I used it to feel better about myself. But with her, she’s becoming alive before my eyes.
“What?” she asks.
I swallow thickly. “Nothing,” I say quietly, clearing my throat. “It’s just that the magic suits you. And so does being a vampire. You’re so incredible and I’m not even sure you know it.”
Her brows go up. “I know I’m incredible enough to keep getting reincarnated.”
I chuckle. “That’s very true. So maybe you do know.”
She puts her hand on top of mine. “I want to know why you think I’m incredible. To have Dracula say that is no small feat.”
“You’re incredible because you’re you,” I tell her, my chest twisting into knots. “And you have me under a lovely spell.”
A spell there’s only one way to wake up from.
She staring at me with tears in her green eyes and I’m thinking of breaking the emergency glass.
There’s a vial in my suitcase.
Waiting for me.