Page 20 of 14 Night Tryst

“Savi.”Crap. There’s an edge to his tone when he says my name. “Do you really want to defy me again? I can drag this out for as long I need to baby. Hours, days,weeks.” I immediately stop moving and he smirks back at me smugly.

Beautiful cocky bastard.

Weeksof denial? I’ll pass.

The first chance I get I’m going to crawl over that handsome face and rub my clit over that mouth till he’s drowning in my come. “I hope you know I will be getting you back for this.”

Logan guffaws, takes hold of my chin and gazes deeply into my eyes as he speaks. “That’s adorable and I love your candor sweetheart but let me remind you that I’ve got an abundance of endurance. I can go without coming for a very long time. There have been instances where I’ve edged myself for two weeks.”

I swallow thickly when my mind gets away from me and visions of Logan stroking his hard length teasingly hijacks my already sexually charged brain. “Everyone has a weakness Logan Peirce, and I will discover yours.”

The sexy smile Logan flashes me heats up my body even more than it already is. “You don’t need to work too hard, baby, because my weakness is your pussy,” he admits, ghosting his lips over mine. “Now come on, I’m fucking starving and not just for your delectable cunt.”

God, me too… for food I mean, not my lady flower, though I wouldn’t mind a piece of this magnificent specimen of a man.

My cheeks burn red hot as I follow him on unsteady legs off the ferry. Can this man get any sexier, seriously? Actually, I don’t think I want to know, my poor heart and vagina may spontaneously combust.

We step off one boat only to jump onto smaller one. This one however, is only a two-minute trip to the historical Maiden’s Tower which is located just off the coast. It’s lit up beautifully and I can barely contain my excitement to get in there and explore this monumental site.

The moment I walk into the building the smell of food mixed with antiquity surrounds me and my stomach constricts with the thought of the many legendary figures dating back to the Byzantine times who stood in this very spot thousands of years ago.

I wish I could put into words how beautiful the inside is. You can feel the history the moment you step off the boat onto the small island. The ground floor has a restaurant and a bar where people are dining with soft ambient music in the background.

“Mr. Peirce, welcome back.” A young man dressed in a dark navy suit greets Logan and they shake hands.

“Thank you, Serhat, it’s a pleasure to be back. You know I’ll always stop by if I’m in the city. Where else am I going to find the finest slow cooked lamb?” Serhat chuckles and places his hand over his heart and nods as a gesture of thanks.

“Thank you very much, you are kind to say this. We are always thrilled to have you, Mr. Peirce.” Serhat says and turns his gaze to look at me and smiles warmly. “Welcome Miss.”

“Savannah, please. It’s nice to meet you, this place is truly magnificent.” We shake hands and he nods and gestures for us to walk into the restaurant.

“It is and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Savannah. Mr. Peirce, we have reserved your usual table for you.” I go to follow him, but Logan catches my wrist and stops me.

“Thank you, however, before we start our meal, I’d like to give Savannah the tour of the tower.” Logan states and Serhat nods in understanding and gestures toward the stairs to the left.

“Ah, of course, please enjoy.” Logan places his hand at the small of my back and guides me toward the stairs. We take the winding stairs up to the first floor which has a gorgeous painting on the wall of a tragic outlawed love story of Hero and Leander. I wander over to the painting and study it for a while. It’s of the beautiful raven-haired woman, Hero, in a green dress staring distraughtly down at the deceased body of her one true love Leander.

Logan walks over to stand behind me while I read the gold board beside the painting explaining the Greek legend of the ill-fated lovers. Hero was a virgin priestess, who was seen at a festival by Leander. The two fell in love instantly, but because their love was forbidden, Leander would swim across the Hellespont every night to visit her guided only by a light from her tower. However, one stormy night the light vanished, and Leander lost his way to the tower and drowned. Hero, seeing his body washed up on the shore not long after, jumped off the tower to her death.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach and the sadness sits heavy on my chest. I blink a couple of times when the back of my eyelids prickle as tears gather in them. “That is so tragic,” I whisper, swallowing the lump forming in my throat I turn to look at the painting of them. “It’s sad to think that a love as profound as the greats doesn’t exist anymore. Nowadays you can’t even get a guy to text you back, but back then, they swam across straits to see the one they love. Now that’s the true definition of true love, right there.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more.” Logan coincides, running his hands up and down my arms while he observes the painting. “With each generation love progressively lost its true meaning and significance.” I sigh, my shoulders sagging.

It’s sad to think about, but it’s very true. We’ve become so busy looking at our phones and devices and searching for love in all the wrong places that we don’t realize what we could be missing out on. “Come on sweetheart, I didn’t bring you here to be sad.”

Logan pulls me away from the painting and guides me up another flight of stairs to the second floor where there’s another painting on the wall. Logan explains the legend of the Byzantine Emperor’s daughter that got killed by a snake bite just before her eighteenth birthday. “Upon hearing a prophecy that his beloved daughter would be killed by a snake bite the Emperor rebuilt and brought his daughter to live in this tower in the middle of the sea. However, the princess couldn’t escape her fate and one day she gets a fruit basket and within that basket was the snake that bit her.”

“Wow, moral of the story, you cannot outrun or alter your fate. Despite having all that power and money he couldn’t keep his daughter from her fate.”

“You cannot change what’s written for you, one way or another it will find you.” Logan sighs, turning his gaze to meet mine.

Does that mean you were written for me?

“Come on, the best is at the very top.” I follow him up the next flight of steps. My calves and thighs are burning more and more with each step until we reach the top and say a silent prayer. There was another floor with a painting of a Turkish warrior from Anatolia on a horse with a little girl he rescued.

The top floor has a bistro where patrons can grab a drink and a quick bite to eat as they gaze out at the 360 views of the Bosphorus. Aside from Logan and me there’s another couple standing outside taking adorable selfies together. “Come.” Logan takes my hand and leads me outside. The lights from the city twinkle in the distance, beautiful stars litter the clear dark sky as far as the eye can see.

“Oh wow.” I gasp, taking in the stunning view before me. This was absolutely worth climbing every one of those steps for.

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