the bordella. To experience her fantasies with strangers in an environment where she wouldn’t be able to lose her heart. Taking a deep, resigned breath, she pulled on her blindfold and lay facedown on the massage bed, angling her face between the opening there. Reaching up behind her she pulled the silky black sheets up to her waist. Letting her arms dangle over the sides of the bed, she tried to relax.
Yes, here, she could be safe with her intimate fantasies.
* * * * *
Paul observed his twin brother, John, as he twisted the corkscrew into the opening of the green bottle and eagerly watched the cork slide upward. The wine came directly from the secret cellar they’d built deep beneath their Italian villa. The drink had been bottled in 1898 and they’d waited a long time to pop it for a special occasion. Although he’d never sampled this particular batch from their winery, he knew it would be the tastiest red wine their orchards had ever produced because it was made by the loving hands of a special female vamp who’d stayed with them for one love-filled autumn.
Now, as his brother and he sat in a dark room and watched the gorgeous black-haired vamp undress, they knew their special occasion had come. They had finally found her. Found their illusive Matilda. She was here. In the flesh. And she would soon be theirs in every way.
He jolted as without warning the cork popped in a frenzied fizzle and immediately the sweet smell of wine captured the room. White foam frothed from the opening and they both cursed softly as Paul quickly placed the wineglasses to capture every essence.
“As they say in America, cheers!” Paul whispered to his brother and handed him a full glass.
“Cheers.” John winked as they clinked their glasses together and watched Matilda cover herself with the black silk sheets. From here on out they would speak only English. It was part of their plan to conceal their identities from the vampire world and gain human identities so they could be with the female they loved.
Grinning at each other, they raised their boot-shaped wineglasses and proceeded to celebrate their victory of finally finding the luscious female vamp who’d been evading them for over a century.
* * * * *
Mati inhaled the succulent scent of the ciclamini mimosa flowers as it drifted in erotic waves past her nostrils. The aromatic odor had to be coming from the fireplace. A scented fireplace? How charming.
She hadn’t smelled this scent since her days with her two vampire lovers in Italy. And she hadn’t felt this peaceful since her time with Paolo and Gio.
Because of her blindfold everything looked black. But in her mind she could clearly make out the dark-gray Italian brick villa with the ten-foot walls surrounding a lush green yard riddled with grapevines and robust red grapes hanging past the green foliage. She could clearly see the black iron gate where she’d collapsed from exhaustion after escaping the Blood Slaver torturers that last time.
That was where her vamps found her. Before their gates. A pitiful heap of female, they’d said. They thought she was dead and were quite surprised to discover she was alive, or as alive as a vampire could be who’d suffered brutality at the hands of vicious males for too many years.
Yes, she’d survived. Thrived with the black-haired, brown-eyed Italian studs, Gio and Paolo. Loved them. Enjoyed the luscious pleasure their well-toned bodies gave so freely. She’d left them. Wanted them back.
But she only allowed herself to dream with them through their mind link. She dare not let them know where they could find her. Didn’t know if she ever would. Too many years had passed. Danger aside, she was set in her ways now. They probably were too, but in the erotic dreams they shared, she could forget the risks. Could dive into the hot wild sex. The frenzied feedings.
Mati moaned at the memories of being sandwiched between their rock-hard bodies. Their strong hands holding
Yes, here, she could be safe with her intimate fantasies.
* * * * *
Paul observed his twin brother, John, as he twisted the corkscrew into the opening of the green bottle and eagerly watched the cork slide upward. The wine came directly from the secret cellar they’d built deep beneath their Italian villa. The drink had been bottled in 1898 and they’d waited a long time to pop it for a special occasion. Although he’d never sampled this particular batch from their winery, he knew it would be the tastiest red wine their orchards had ever produced because it was made by the loving hands of a special female vamp who’d stayed with them for one love-filled autumn.
Now, as his brother and he sat in a dark room and watched the gorgeous black-haired vamp undress, they knew their special occasion had come. They had finally found her. Found their illusive Matilda. She was here. In the flesh. And she would soon be theirs in every way.
He jolted as without warning the cork popped in a frenzied fizzle and immediately the sweet smell of wine captured the room. White foam frothed from the opening and they both cursed softly as Paul quickly placed the wineglasses to capture every essence.
“As they say in America, cheers!” Paul whispered to his brother and handed him a full glass.
“Cheers.” John winked as they clinked their glasses together and watched Matilda cover herself with the black silk sheets. From here on out they would speak only English. It was part of their plan to conceal their identities from the vampire world and gain human identities so they could be with the female they loved.
Grinning at each other, they raised their boot-shaped wineglasses and proceeded to celebrate their victory of finally finding the luscious female vamp who’d been evading them for over a century.
* * * * *
Mati inhaled the succulent scent of the ciclamini mimosa flowers as it drifted in erotic waves past her nostrils. The aromatic odor had to be coming from the fireplace. A scented fireplace? How charming.
She hadn’t smelled this scent since her days with her two vampire lovers in Italy. And she hadn’t felt this peaceful since her time with Paolo and Gio.
Because of her blindfold everything looked black. But in her mind she could clearly make out the dark-gray Italian brick villa with the ten-foot walls surrounding a lush green yard riddled with grapevines and robust red grapes hanging past the green foliage. She could clearly see the black iron gate where she’d collapsed from exhaustion after escaping the Blood Slaver torturers that last time.
That was where her vamps found her. Before their gates. A pitiful heap of female, they’d said. They thought she was dead and were quite surprised to discover she was alive, or as alive as a vampire could be who’d suffered brutality at the hands of vicious males for too many years.
Yes, she’d survived. Thrived with the black-haired, brown-eyed Italian studs, Gio and Paolo. Loved them. Enjoyed the luscious pleasure their well-toned bodies gave so freely. She’d left them. Wanted them back.
But she only allowed herself to dream with them through their mind link. She dare not let them know where they could find her. Didn’t know if she ever would. Too many years had passed. Danger aside, she was set in her ways now. They probably were too, but in the erotic dreams they shared, she could forget the risks. Could dive into the hot wild sex. The frenzied feedings.
Mati moaned at the memories of being sandwiched between their rock-hard bodies. Their strong hands holding
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