Pleasure rushed from Nazmi's head, all the way to the tips of her toes. Samir's blood was warm and tasted sweet, like a refreshing fruit juice in the summer. She couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of the thick liquid passing between her lips.
It was a feeling unlike any that she had ever experienced before. Nazmi and the Prince had undeniable physical chemistry from the beginning, and their sex was nothing short of amazing every time – but this was something entirely different. More than just sex, more than simply making love.
Samir's blood intermingled with Nazmi's, and hers with his. The sensation of becoming one, of their souls being bound together permanently by the red strings of fate. It was unmistakable – they could no longer be separated.
