She had trouble recovering from that kiss stolen. Despite the long walks she made to calm down, she could not find a certain peace. Why He had acts this way? This delicacy in the dark, and this rude and contemptuous air when she saw him daylight, were not comparable.
When she found herself in his presence during this evening, she felt fear. She could not hide her confusion.
(...)
So, she had turned off the light, and sleep began to slowly invade her, she heard her bedroom door open, light from the hallway entered into the room, and she noticed a male silhouette. Then she held out her hand towards the switch on her lamp, a powerful hand stopped her, and he posed a finger on her lips.
- Don't turn on, please, "the man murmured, slipping down beside her in bed.
She would have screamed, but something stopped her, she was divided between fear and desire, and this mixture was volcanic. The man's hand caressed her, and his lips, sought and found, those of the young woman, who gave up the fight against the desire she felt in her since her arrival at the castle, she offered herself to him without any resistance.
(...)
When she awoke, she was alone in her bed. Had she, once again, dreamed that night of passion, or did she really lived? But the disorder of her bed did not allow him to doubt.
Her desire was satiated, she felt more sure of herself, the spirit was not invaded by the desire that it mixed her mind.
While she was walking in the park, she discovered the man sitting in his chair in the shade of large oak. She moved in front of him.
- Hello. I need to talk to you about last night.
The man looked up at she and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Do not make the stupid! I can not accept such intrusions into my room.
- You take your dreams to reality. I was not at the castle last night and therefore not in your room. Why should I go in the bedroom of a simple maid? he replied in a haughty manner.
She was disconcerted by this response. Feigned he? But who was this passionate man, who had thrilled her senses last night?
She left him, stammered excuses stupid, but did not wish to forget this insult. She went to the library and began searching through the family archives. She found a photo album. At the date of 1958, she fell on a picture, that intrigued her. Two small boys, very similar, the same age, placed in front of the castle. Could it be that he had a twin, and he lived in the castle? But why he remained so hidden? Footsteps in the hallway forced her to put the album in its place... she vowed to continue her research later.
When she found herself in his presence during this evening, she felt fear. She could not hide her confusion.
(...)
So, she had turned off the light, and sleep began to slowly invade her, she heard her bedroom door open, light from the hallway entered into the room, and she noticed a male silhouette. Then she held out her hand towards the switch on her lamp, a powerful hand stopped her, and he posed a finger on her lips.
- Don't turn on, please, "the man murmured, slipping down beside her in bed.
She would have screamed, but something stopped her, she was divided between fear and desire, and this mixture was volcanic. The man's hand caressed her, and his lips, sought and found, those of the young woman, who gave up the fight against the desire she felt in her since her arrival at the castle, she offered herself to him without any resistance.
(...)
When she awoke, she was alone in her bed. Had she, once again, dreamed that night of passion, or did she really lived? But the disorder of her bed did not allow him to doubt.
Her desire was satiated, she felt more sure of herself, the spirit was not invaded by the desire that it mixed her mind.
While she was walking in the park, she discovered the man sitting in his chair in the shade of large oak. She moved in front of him.
- Hello. I need to talk to you about last night.
The man looked up at she and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Do not make the stupid! I can not accept such intrusions into my room.
- You take your dreams to reality. I was not at the castle last night and therefore not in your room. Why should I go in the bedroom of a simple maid? he replied in a haughty manner.
She was disconcerted by this response. Feigned he? But who was this passionate man, who had thrilled her senses last night?
She left him, stammered excuses stupid, but did not wish to forget this insult. She went to the library and began searching through the family archives. She found a photo album. At the date of 1958, she fell on a picture, that intrigued her. Two small boys, very similar, the same age, placed in front of the castle. Could it be that he had a twin, and he lived in the castle? But why he remained so hidden? Footsteps in the hallway forced her to put the album in its place... she vowed to continue her research later.
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