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  The doors in front of us creaked open.

  “Please.” Andre took my hand and escorted me inside.

  The castle inside was breathtaking. The walls were covered in smooth woods, and it shone as the candlelight bathed them in a soft glow. There was a winding staircase in front of us and a railing at the top going around. Many areas of the walls were covered in tapestries or beautiful paintings. The floor was done in a burgundy red with a square pattern throughout the carpets. By the staircase there was a full set of ancient knight armor complete with a sword and helmet. His servants closed the doors behind us and quietly went on their way. The doors made a deep creaking sound as they slid shut with a loud boom that made me jump a little. There were entrances to the other areas of the castle to both sides of us. One room glowed softly with the flicker of candles and the smell of cooking meats filled me.

  Andre gestured towards the room with the glow. “This way, dinner awaits.” He took my hand by my fingers and led me into the other room.

  The other room was large and open, in the middle was a long heavy table made out of oak. There were eight dark brown chairs around it with red velvet in the middle and on the seats. The table was decorated with sparking cutlery and all sorts of expensive dishes as well as fine white linen. On one side of the table on the wall was a large portrait of a man sitting in a chair while behind the head of the table was another opening which appeared to lead into a kitchen area, the smells coming from it were making my mouth water. Candles hung in black elaborate sconces on the walls creating a soft, romantic mood. The floor was done in polished marble, the walls were done in stone.

  “Please have a seat,” Andre said. He took a seat at the far end of the table and I sat at the other end.

  A waiter came out behind Andre, carrying a tray. He came over and poured me a glass of red wine and left Andre a simple silver goblet. He back into the kitchen without uttering a word.

  Andre took a small sip from his goblet. “I love the candlelight on your hair.”

  I took a long drink of the wine to calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe this place, it was immense and I felt like I was back in the past.

  “I hope you don’t mind the candles, I prefer them. They are more intimate for dining.”

  “Oh, they are wonderful,” I said. “I have never had a meal by candlelight before, unless you count that rainstorm we had one spring back in L.A when the power went out.”

  Another man came out of the entrance carrying what appeared to be a roast of lamb. He put the plate in front of me. There’s was lamb, roast vegetables, boiled potatoes and fresh bread for the table. I was hungry and the food looked great, I waited for them to bring in Andre’s meal.

  “Please go ahead,” he said. “Don’t let the meal get cold.”

  “Aren’t you eating?”

  “I have a different diet than you do.” Andre tool a sip form his goblet. “I will feast later.”

  I thought it was odd that he would have at least something. He probably has some crazy diet, a personal nutritionist, and god knows what else. I mean look at the shape he is in, he would never eat a meal like this.

  I cut off a piece of the lamb roast and took a bite. “Oh, wow,” I said after I chewed it. “This lamb is amazing. Your chef is very talented.” I dug into the vegetables.

  “Yes,” so I have heard. Andre stood up and paced a bit, he went over to the painting and stood there, his hands behind his back. “This painting is one of my favorites in this castle. Do you know who this is?”

  I shoved a bit of food to the corner of my mouth so I could talk. “No idea.” I took a sip of wine to wash it down.

  “This is one of my ancestors. He used to be a noble at this castle long ago.” Andre turned to me. “My family goes way back, we have a colored history as they say.”

  “I can imagine that you do.”

  “This castle played an important role in the great wars against the Shamed Ones. We held them hear and they went no further.” Andre’s voice raised in tempo. It was here where we fought our greatest battles, it was here where we vanquished them!”

  I chewed on a bit of bread. What is he babbling about? It’s fine Tabitha it’s just some war thing, you know how men like to talk about that.

  Andre stood there his eyes livid, veins budging in his neck. “By the time we were done with them, we left rivers of their blood. It was this castle that held them back, together we prevailed!”

  I felt a chill come over me, my heart beat in my chest. His voice was powerful, piercing, and a bit haunting. “Andre, you’re scaring me.”

  He put his hand on his chest. ‘Tabitha, please forgive me, I am passionate about my family history. I …apologize for my outburst.” He smoothed his jacked and pulled it down. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  I looked up at him. “My grandfather fought in World War II but I don’t know much about those sorts of things.”

  “I won’t mention it again. Please, finish your meal,” he said. Andre paced a bit more as I ate.

  I sat back in my chair. I really can’t eat anymore. That was one of the best meals I have had in a long time. Thank you, it was really quite delicious.”

  “You are welcome.” Andre came over and offered me his hand. “Please come with me.”

  I got up and took his powerful hand. He led me into the other area of the castle which was open and wide. There were bookcases, lounges, fancy chairs and coffee tables. In the corner there stood a beautiful grand piano, a man sat there silently.

  “Dimitri,” he said.

  The man at the piano began to play. The music filled the castle, it was beautiful.

  “Shall we dance?” he said. Andre took my hands in his.

  “Oh, yes.” I replied. “That would be heavenly.”

  “Hold your hand in mine, we shall waltz.”

  I held his hand and he put his behind my back.

  “I’m not very good at this,” I said.

  “Nonsense, you have grace as well as beauty. The music shall guide you.”

  There we danced around the room. Andre was an artist, helped me light on my feet. I felt so happy there in his arms. The music was magical, like nothing I had ever heard. It was like Dimitri had decades of talent behind him although he only looked my age.

  I took in a breath. “This song, it’s beautiful. Who wrote it? I’ve never heard anything quite like it.”

  Andre moved with me across the floor. “It was written long ago in the ancient times. A knight held his lover in his arms as she died an arrow had pierced her breast. In his grief, he wrote a poem for her. The words were passed down through the generations, then became this song. It’s stunning. Dimitri plays it so well. He knows all the notes flawlessly sand each time he plays he creates something new and adds to the music.

  “He’s really talented, did he go to a Conservatory?”

  “Dimitri has years of practice behind him.”

  I looked up at Andre. “He doesn’t look very old, maybe my age.”

  “He looks young for his age, I think,” said Andre.

  We danced there for several more songs. I felt close to Andre, closer to him than anyone I had ever known or been with.

  As we stopped dancing, Andre took my chin in his hands and raised my head. “Look at me,” he said. He removed my hair form in front of my eyes. ”You captivate me, so beautiful, so sensual.”

  Andre brought me close to him, his hand around my back. I closed my eyes and his lips brushed against mine sending sparks throughout my body. His lips exploring mine, I opened my mouth, he kissed me deeply, his hand stroking my back lovingly. I pressed myself into him kissing him back, I needed his mouth.

  Our lips parted ad I put my hands on my shoulders rubbing them. It’s so cold in here.” I looked over at the piano but Dimitri was gone.

  “Yes, I am sorry. This old castle has a bit of a draft.” Andre took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. “There is a guest room upstairs with a fire, you can get warm there
.”

  I took Andre’s hand. “I would like that.”

  Chapter 3

  Andre took my hand and led me up the long staircase. We entered a large room with a huge bed with four posts and a fireplace. Next to the fireplace was an immense lambskin rug. On the walls were numerous paintings as well as other decorations, the room had several chairs and a large vintage looking dressing table with a big mirror. In the room candles filled it with light. There were two large windows that opened onto a balcony.

  I walked inside and tugged at Andre’s hand. “Come with me to the fire, so I can get warm.” We walked over and I placed the jacket on a chair. Andre stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders.

  “I hope this is better,” he said.

  I closed my eyes. “Thank you for tonight, everything was lovely.”

  “The night is not over, my sweet.”

  I turned around and leaned up to kiss him softly. “No, it’s not.” I kissed him again and he brought me too him, kissing me harder in return. I brought my hands to the buttons on his shirt and undid them slowly, popping them one by one. I ran my hand down his ripped cut chest and over his rock hard abs as I kissed him again. I took my finger running them from the top of his chest down his stomach. His body was gorgeous with the smoothest skin. “I want to stay here tonight.” I let my finger fall from his chest.

  “You shall Tabitha, you shall.”

  I walked over to the window to look outside. It was so beautiful, the moonlight shining in the room, the mountains in the background and the vineyards. I was in fairy tale with my prince but it was real, it was so real. Andre stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I leaned back into him, against his strong powerful chest. “It’s so beautiful here, I don’t want to leave,” I said, as I leaned into Andre some more. His hard body felt so good, so welcoming.

  He ran his finger along my neck caressing me by my ear. “It pales in comparison to your beauty, the soft sensual skin.” He ran his hands through my locks, pulling gently on them. “The silkiness of your hair.”

  “Andre, I’m so flattered. I have never felt this way with any man.”

  He brought his mouth close to my ear. “I’m not any man, my sweet Tabitha.” Andre kissed my neck and I closed my eyes. I wanted him more than life, more than anything. I was paralyzed, my heart beat in my chest, straining to break free.

  Andre took in deep breath. “Ah yes, I can sense you now, your arousal. The sweet scent of a woman. If a man is hungry he only has to inhale a woman’s sweetness and he’s never famished again.” Andre’s lips pressed against my neck again. “He only has to drink from her lips and he’s never thirsty.” Andre moved his hands up my stomach and caressed my breasts. “Surrender to your passion, Tabitha, you shall live forever!”

  Andre turned me around and his lips met mine in fierce heat. He kissed me hard, his mouth was like sweet wine. I lifted my head back, he found my throat, kissing me there while his powerful hands went to my dress. In one swift short pull, he shredded it with his hands, pulling it down, the material in tatters. His hands tore my undergarments away to expose my trembling flesh to him. His hungry mouth went to my breasts and he sucked my nipples.

  “Andre,” I breathed. “I need you.” My knees went weak, I collapsed onto them, my hands working to free his cock. I worked his clothing down in desperation, needing him more than I could possibly imagine. Taking him in my hand, I sucked his huge purple head. I ran my hand down his massive shaft then sucked up and down on his beautiful cock. I raised my eyes looking at him, my saliva glistening on his cock in the candlelight.

  Andre moaned as he held my head against him. “Yes Tabitha you shall feast on me. Then I shall love you like no mortal man can.”

  I surrendered, my mouth devouring him. He felt unbelievable there, so hard, the sweet come coating the tip. Andre picked me up, he held my ass in his hands. I put my arms around his neck as he brought me over to the fireplace by the lambskin rug. My legs opened for him, he entered my warmth, driving his cock into me. His hips moved back and forth as he filled me, my legs wrapped around him. My body ached as sweat poured down my back. The heat of the fire and Andre’s sweet cock inside of me was complete ecstasy. I could barely hold on, I bucked against him, my body quivering as I exploded in orgasm. It rushed out coating his pulsing cock.

  Andre brought me over to the rug, he laid me down. “Now I will drink,” he said as he buried his mouth between my legs, he ran his tongue all over me as the sweet pleasure ran throughout my trembling body

  “Oh, god,” I moaned. ”Yes, Andre.” I arched my back, stroking my nipples as his mouth explored every inch of me. His tongue flicked against my clit sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. I took my hand and pressed it onto his head holding him there as his mouth devoured me. His fingers entered me as he fucked me with them while sucking my clit. I closed my eyes as he ravaged my body, it was unlike anything I had ever felt. His tongue was like the softest satin, darting in then out of me as he opened my lips.

  Andre turned me onto my back, I stretched out for him my ass glistening from the heat of the roaring fire. He moved up to me and in one delicious thrust, entered me fully. He held me his hands nails digging in as he pumped, his huge balls slapping me. I held him inside of me, I didn’t want to let go, I brought my hand to my clit then slid it against it rubbing my aching flesh, desperate for another release.

  “Yes Tabitha, you are exquisite.” he moaned. “Surrender to me, live in paradise.”

  He rolled me onto my side, he entered me again. He held me close to him, my back pressing into his muscular chest. I felt his hands squeezed my breasts together pinching and pulling on my erect nipples. He drove into me, his cock a piston.

  “Fuck me.” I breathed. “Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t let me go, please don’t let me go!”

  Andre picked me up, he carried me to the bed. He laid me down on the soft sheets as he kissed me, his expert mouth tasting my tongue. My body shuddered, I was so powerless but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more, I needed him. My god, I needed him!

  I urged him onto his back, then climbed onto him. I kissed my sweet Andre hard, and sucked down on his neck. I ran my hot tongue down his stomach then took him again into my mouth. I licked his shaft up and down tasting my sweetness on his cock. I sucked the head, my tongue flicked against the opening as I licked the pre-come dripping from the hole. Andre forced my mouth down onto his cock with his powerful hands, he grabbed handfuls of my hair. He tugged hard while I sucked him, I wanted his sweet come to fill my mouth, I needed every drop.

  I straddled him, he held me by my hips as I sank down onto his length. He moved me on, then off his cock quickly. As I rode him hard, his hands came up to play with my breasts, he twisted and tugged my nipples. Our bodies were one as we made love in a way I have never known.

  He put me on my back, my legs were instantly open again welcoming him back into me. His cock filling me, pulsing inside. I squeezed, I milked him wanting his heat to rush into me, in a torrent of fire. He held my arms back, pinning them to the bed as his thrusts became more urgent as he pounded into me, sending waves of unbelievable pleasure through my body. His mouth kissed me deeply, with intense passion. He drove me into the bed as he neared his release his hips moving fast. My body trembled again then I came, rushing onto his cock in a flood of bliss. Andre tensed as I felt his heat fill me, his sweet liquid ecstasy.

  I lifted my head back, rushing with orgasm. “Andre.” I breathed. I opened my eyes.

  “Yes Tabitha, you are mine, now and for eternity!”

  He lifted his mouth from my lips and his beautiful green eyes turned red. The candles blew out as the doors opened, a wind howled around us. His mouth lunged down onto my neck, there Andre feasted. He drank and when he lifted his mouth from me, a sweet drop from his lips tumbled onto mine, the sweetest kiss. My tongue devoured the morsel as I was famished, for I was no longer Tabitha Anderson. I was Tabitha Rossi, woman of the night!

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  JD Anders, Tabitha's Seduction