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Tiff didn’t embarrass easily, but it seemed that her blood flooded her limbs, and she felt as hot as if it steamed She should move, withdraw

But now the contessa’s eyes were on her, deep, languorous, sensual Tiff found that she couldn’t move; she could only stare into the contessa’s eyes The contessa s

"Tell me, bella," she said, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to caress, "have you ever been with a wo in the way of denial for as happening now, but all that came to Tiff’s lips was one word, barely breathed out, "No" The contessa shrugged, her supple fingers still just stroking "Neither had I been for many years many, many years But when I discovered that men were deceitfulwhen they played about as they would

that it was possible to seduce beautiful young thingsso appetizing"

Tiff ed to s No, she’d never been with a woman, but

"Poor Tiff! Sotheir own pleasure! Oh, the things youthem to the point ofpossibility!"

The contessa seemed able to read her e of desire sweeping through her! God, yes! The things she’d done, the patience she had needed, the pleasure she had broughtwhile finding no satisfaction herself

"I can show you pleasure," the contessa whispered

Her lips seemed to be so much closer Her words, her whispers, were like swathes of silk, sweeping over and around Tiff

She wanted the contessa to do her and higher, touch the inti out to be touched

"Allow me "

The contessa’s hands were on her shoulder, a touch so delicate, and yet so forceful Tiff fell back, the silk robe cos splayed

The contessa was still over her Her fingers now stroked Tiff’s throat and moved slowly down her torso

"Such beautiful breasts " The contessa’s words were now no more than air, warm air that stirred and excited her until Tiff could barely stand it

She’d never been with a woman

Why not?

This wasn’t just any woman; this was the contessa

And she couldn’t stop now if she wanted Those delicate, ring-laden fingers were on her breasts, tracing the tiny patterns of veins in thes were spread She felt liquid, unable to move

"Beautiful, beautiful "

"Lifted and enhanced," Tiff heard herself say

The contessa’s laughter was like the soft tinkle of bells Tiff felt the wetness of heras swiftly as the tongue of the snake, doing things as deliciously wicked

The contessa’s caress lowered against her If she could have ed it swiftly down between her thighs She ached, throbbed, she could feel herself swelling

Lickstraced her veins, touched her abdoh, landed Tiff nearly shot through the roof Lordwhat a climax! She was faint, she nearly blacked out Dear God, but the codgers she had married had beenworthless This hat the French called le petit

She’d never, ever, experienced anything like this, she hadn’t believed it existed She was drifting in the pleasure, her , and the contessa didn’t just leave it at that, she was reatest pleasure, and again, the world fading in the ecstacy, the little death of the French

Nari dined slowly, taking her ti the shock white body of the wo the remains

There was one woman who had died happy There were so ood h could be punctured in a way that let the blood flow s the body that had provided such pleasure She laughed aloud then, rereet her "Poor Tiffanyyou did rush down to your own demise, didn’t you?"

She stretched, elated, as pleased as an alley cat that had just consumed an entire bowl ofto share a lick

She walked to theand looked out at the darkness that now shadowed the night She felt coorated, powerful, wonderful

After such a deliciousin her throat She clenched her teeth, hating hiry, so hungry, but hungry in a way that she couldn’t fill, no matter how sated she should have been, no matter hoeet the seduction of her prey

She looked back at Tiff So now, must be done with the remains What a bother

She looked back to the street, frowning The carabinieri were out in large nuht that he ry Such a feast should have been shared And perhaps she had not chosen the right victienda

She tossed her head Well, there were tiot just who she was