Amelia chose a shirt and tie and held up the shirt for Byron to slip into. Then she wrapped the tie around Byron’s neck and held it there. “Byron, what was it like for you, living through those different time periods? Did you always wear suits and look—”

“Dapper?” Byron finished for her.

Amelia nodded, and she felt Byron wrap her arms around her waist.

“I always presented as male. It was easier for me, easier to express who I was at times in history when women were generally pretty ornaments with pretty dresses. Although Sera happily tried to push those boundaries.”

Amelia smiled. “I could quite imagine, but you are different. The thought of you in a dress just doesn’t work. Your energy is so different.”

“Yes, and Alexis was the same. As times slowly changed I revealed who I truly was, but it seems fashion has only started to catch up with me in the last few years. I was dapper back when the word was first invented, but now lots of gay women embrace the dapper gent inside of them.” Byron winked at her.

Amelia grinned, and started to fix her tie. “You are just perfect, but I think if I’d met you back in the 1700s or the 1800s, I’d have still known who you were.”

Byron pulled her closer, and whispered, “Who am I?”

Amelia stroked Byron’s cheek softly. “A vampire, someone who is noble, thinks of others before herself, a Principe, a leader, a sister, a daughter, a woman, but a very special kind of woman who expresses herself in a more masculine way, and the person I love with all of my heart.”

Byron was silent gazing into Amelia’s eyes.

“Your eyes are getting red.”

“They’re red because I want you. Every time I think I love you as much as I can, you say something, and I realize I love you more.”

Their lips came together softly, and Amelia felt Byron’s fangs had erupted, but she didn’t recoil. This was who Byron was and she loved every part of her. She pulled back an inch or so, and ran her tongue slowly around one of Byron’s fangs. Byron seemed to find this seductive because she moaned low and deep, and grasped her backside firmly.

Byron’s moans made Amelia want to hear more, so she lowered her hand and caressed Byron’s strap-on through her underwear.

She was rewarded with more moans, and Byron said, “How late can you be?”

“Enough time for me to do what I wanted to do when I was measuring you that first time.”

“What was that?” Byron asked.

Amelia smiled and took her dressing gown off, leaving just her bra and stockings. She licked her lips, and lowered herself to her knees. She looked up at Byron, who was breathing heavily. “Measure your inside leg and make you come.”

Chapter Twenty-three