*~*Forbidden Lust*~*



*~*Chapter Three*~*



"Come to me, Principessa. Let your mind give in...."

Andre's voice floated in from a far corner of the large room. Beatrice stood there, a white gown beautilfully fitted on her body. The entire dress was pure silk adorned with crimson lace roses at the hem and waist. The gloves she wore were silk also, cut off at the ends, wrapping around one finger.

Andre appeared, bouquet of roses in one hand, small candelabra in the other. He set it down on a glass table, and handed the roses to her. He clapped his hands, and the torches on the walls lit up. Beatrice saw him clearly now; He wore a fancy black shirt, lace spilling out of the neck and cuffs. His cloak was black with a crimson lining, which shone bright in the firelight. His hair, the same jet black wave of silk, was tied back with a red ribbon. His shirt seemed a little tight, making the muscles she knew were under there resist the fabric, wanting to split every seam sewn into the shirt. His eyes, crystal blue and brighter than ever, seemed to glow more luminously than the lights of the candles. He approached her, slowly. His cane tapped on the stone floor as he moved.

"Milady, you've come at last. I thought I'd never see you again, love." He sat down in a chair and looked at her from under his hat. He smiled, taking the hat off and placing it gently on the table. Beatrice walked sowly to him, swinging her hips as she walked. She picked out a single rose from the bouquet in his hand, and placed the rest of the bouquet on the table. Beatrice circled Andre as he sat. She moved slowly, trailing her hand around his broad shoulders. She stopped in front of him, and leaned in towards his face. She kissed his lips, then his neck, and as she began to pull up his shirt, he grabbed her wrist. In a breathy, almost silent tone, he managed to speak. "What...are you doing?"

"I thought I'd repay you for the other night...If I may..." A sly smile crossed her face.

Andre grinned. "And how will you go about this....repayment?" He looked down at Beatrice's free hand at his waist. He licked his lips, savouring a thought. He smiled, slowly moving his head upward. Beatrice grabbed his head and kissed him, deeper than the first kiss she gave him. He stood, embracing her tightly by the waist. Beatrice felt herself get lighter, as if she were levitating off the floor. She parted lips with Andre long enough to look down, and see that they were floating on air. She held onto him tightly, presing her face into his chest. The lace was soft, the heat from his body seeping through the thin fabric.

She listened to him breathe, feeling his pulse beat against her face. They do have a heartbeat, She thought to herself. I wonder if they have a heart too...

"Beatrice, are you frightened?" He stroked her hair, still holding her with one strong arm.

"I....I have never liked heights, Andre." After she said that, she felt strange. It was as if she was bonding with him. There was no doubt in her mind that they longed for each other, but the thought of her no longer seeing daylight was overwhelming. "When I was little, I used to go up to the top of the towers at home. One day I leaned over the wall to see my friend come through the door, and I slipped. Thankfully, my father caught me before I fell. I have never been to the tower since."

"I see. Well then, we descend." He brought her down swiftly, her feet on the ground before his. He looked into her eyes, a gentle expression on his face. She leaned against his chest, her face shining with relief. She looked at him again, smiling. She kissed him as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist.

Beatrice opened her eyes and realised what she was doing. With one quick motion, she pushed him away, knocking him to the ground. He stood, enraged at what had just happened. "DAMN YOU! YOU DARE KNOCK ME DOWN AND THINK YOU'LL GET AWAY WITH IT? GET OUT! OUT!!!!"

Beatrice ran. She ran as fast as she could out of the door, only to end up falling ino this black abyss that just appeared out of nowhere. She screamed as she kept falling...
And falling...

*~*-*~*

She threw herself forward only to realize that she was alive and well on the floor of her bedchamber. To her right stood one of the maids, wide-eyed and concerned, who had come in to tidy up and call Beatrice to breakfast. She sat up, taking the maid's hand to help her stand. She put on a green silk dress with lace at the cuffs and walked down the twisting staircase to the dining room.



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