#astrida

​Just the sight of her ignited something inside him. Something he couldn’t easily ignore or pretend wasn’t there. Sliding up behind her, leaning in and speaking into the entrance of her ear, Echo’s hands rested feather light on her hips. “How are you princess? I’ve missed you.” His tone playful and a little husky. Who would have thought he’d get involved with a Charbonneau? Luckily, Astrida was her own woman in many a sense. The first time they had met, he’d been curious, interested as the shoot went on, but well aware that she was not. The second time though, catching her attention had been easier, a certain chemistry undeniable between them. Purposefully standing so close she would feel his bulge pressing against her backside. “Did you miss me?” he teasingly asked. 

While Lucille had a bond with the vampire queens that didn’t extend to their daughters, she still liked and respected the Charbonneau princesses a lot. Emerging from the swimming pool, her black bikini clinging to her body, her hair to her face, she spotted one of said princesses sitting in a lounge chair. Grabbing a towel, she quickly dried herself off before heading over to the other blonde, sitting down in the chair next to her. “Astrida,” she greeted. A waiter with a tray of champagne passed by and she grabbed a glass for herself and one for the princess. “How are you, darling? You look well.”