Isabella Hawthorne
In the dream, I found myself transported to the confines of a lavish manor, its opulent halls bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.
Within this world, Damien and I were nestled together in the embrace of slumber, cocooned in the warmth of our shared intimacy. The room surrounding us was a sanctuary of serenity, adorned with sumptuous furnishings and draped in silken fabrics that whispered with each passing breeze.
I lay beside the Vampire King, his form a silhouette of strength and grace against the moonlit backdrop. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, his muscular physique illuminated by the gentle glow of the night. As I nuzzled into his naked chest, the sensation of his smooth skin against mine sent shivers of pleasure coursing
