SECRET DOOR

After Albert accompanied Annabelle to tour the castle on the outside, Albert took Annabelle to the inside of the castle. One of them is an elongated passage on the east side of the castle. To the right and left of the hall, there are black stone walls. If the upper part of Louis's castle looked so graceful, in contrast to this passage which seemed lonely and dark.

Annabelle's steps stopped for a moment, she looked at Albert for a moment looking to think, whether she would follow Albert's steps to walk along the hallway or it would be better to turn around and return to her room through the path she had previously passed.

"What is it, my lady? Are you afraid?" ask Albert

"I was watching you first, My Lord. You don't look like a cold-blooded killer, so let's go through this aisle," answered Annabelle, who resumed her steps.

"I admire your courage, but it would be better if you were careful, because sometimes one's appearance often deceives and puts you in danger."

"If you want to kill me, you just have to leave me in that forest yesterday. Instead of leaving me, you helped me, but what you said was true, I have to be careful with everyone I meet with their charming appearance," said Annabelle who had already stepped down the hall following Albert's footsteps.

"Not to kill you, My Lady," said Albert who immediately stopped in his tracks and pinned Annabelle against the wall behind him.

Albert's hand grabbed a rock and pressed it in. Annabelle screamed in surprise as the wall behind her flipped and sent her suddenly into another room, one that was behind the passage she had just walked through.

In front of him was a dark circular staircase leading up. With unclear ends. Albert again pressed another stone, making fire suddenly appear on the walls fighting the stairs.

Annabelle's body trembled slightly, but when she looked into those golden brown eyes, Annabelle's heartfelt safe. Now the admiration for this castle building, made Annabelle's eyes sparkle.

"What is this? Where will these stairs take me?" Annabelle asked, her curiosity overpowering her fear.

"Aren't you afraid, My Lady?"

"Yes, I'm afraid My Lord, but I can't go back the way we walked, it's no longer interesting. Can we climb these stairs, My Lord?"

"Of course, since I've decided to tell you one of the secret doors of this castle."

"Does that mean there are many secret doors like this in the castle?"

"Yes, and not everyone can open it."

"This is going to be a more enjoyable adventure than riding a horse through the woods."

"Does that mean you're going to skip hunting season and choose to explore all the secret doors in this castle?

"Of course not My Lord. The hunting season is very special in my life, because not all women can follow it. I certainly won't miss it."

"You are indeed an attractive woman, My Lady. I will not let you go," said Albert which made Annabelle's cheeks blush under the light of the fire on the castle walls.

"We'd better hurry upstairs, My Lord. You'll have to leave in a moment," warned Annabelle.

"I have a horse that can run fast, so we still have a few more minutes," said Albert who then wrapped one arm around Annabelle's slender waist while the other behind Annabelle's head, running his fingers through Annabelle's golden hair.

"My Lord" whispered Annabelle like a spell that washed away Albert.

Albert's lips quickly pressed against Annabelle's and moved there. As if hesitating to touch the duke's body, Annabelle's hands gripped the silk skirt tightly.

Albert was still licking Annabelle's lips intensely, while Annabelle just followed Albert's lips because she didn't know what to do.

Her body throbbed as Albert's hand suddenly moved to rub Annabelle's legs, opened her skirt and continued up to a place no one had ever touched.

"My Lord, don't!" said Annabelle when she knew where Albert's hand was moving.

"I'm not going to defame you, I just want to feel a little of your warmth," Albert said in a teasing tone.

Their eyes stared at each other, as Albert's hands were busy uncovering Annabelle's shield. Touch it gently there.

Annabelle's mouth squealed in an echo at the bottom of the circular staircase, as Albert's fingers slid into the narrow gap. Annabelle immediately bit her lip because it would be very rude to sigh in front of the Duke.

It must have sounded like a rat squeaking in the dark alley. What's more, whatever sound he makes, will be reflected back by the castle walls, echoing and returning to his ears.

"Sigh loudly, no one will hear you, My Lady. These walls protect us and no one will know about this secret passage."

The echo of Annabelle's sighs began to sound melodious as Albert's movements quickened within them.

"My Lord," Annabelle sighed as she called out to the Duke.

"Albert, my name is Albert. Call my name when you enjoy it."

Annabelle's eyes stared into Albert's eyes. His body trembled unable to contain something that felt like it was about to explode inside.

"ALBERT!" shouted Annabelle as the wave came. Annabelle's body seemed to be breaking into pieces, her ears were ringing, and her eyes were blurry, the moment something new, she felt.

Her body trembled and hers throbbed, gripping Albert's fingers that were inside. Albert cursed loudly as his hardened and tormented under his tight pants.

Albert let go of his fingers and moved away from Annabelle's warm gap, then raised Annabelle's shield back up. His lips grazed Annabelle's lips again greedily, before moving away from Annabelle's seductive body.

When Annabelle's breathing had started to steady, she said, "What did you just do My Lord? Did I just hear you swear? You don't act like a Duke," Annabelle sneered.

"It wasn't an Albert Louis, the Duke of Hamilton who just did it to you, but a man named Albert who did it. And believe me, I'm not as polite as you think, Annabelle."

Annabelle's heart trembled, when her name was called so close and intimately by Albert's lips. There is no more formality in it.

"We'd better get out of here, My Lord. It's getting hot in here," Annabelle said, trying to smother the passion that ignited between them.

"Yes, I agree. We'd better go upstairs right now, before my control collapses because of you," Albert replied again bringing Annabelle's hand around his arm.

But Annabelle let go of her arm. Made Albert stop walking and stare at him in surprise. Suddenly Annabelle slipped her fingers through Albert's which turned out to be so big and sturdy compared to Annabelle's small and soft fingers.

She also held Albert's hand tightly, looked up and smiled. "If your fingers can be impolite, allow mine to dispense with politeness by grasping yours, My Lord."

Albert realized that Annabelle would learn quickly and took a loophole when she saw Albert daring to take actions that violated the existing norms. Albert had to be careful with this woman.

He has a deadly charm. Behind her gentleness, there was a boldness and an elegant side that Albert couldn't just put aside. Annabelle was so special in Albert's eyes.

Albert smiled, then raised the hand in Annabelle's hand and kissed the back of Annabelle's hand.

"Of course I allow it, My Lady. In fact, I wish your fingers did something else," said Albert who then grabbed Annabelle's fingers and led her up the stairs one by one.

Annabelle's heart was pounding waiting, where would Albert take her? Is there another world at the end of the ladder they are currently climbing. It was like climbing an endless staircase as Annabelle's legs began to tire, but there was no door in front of her in sight. Only the endless circular staircase he saw.

Albert's free hand, traced the wall beside him, as if counting the stones that made up the castle walls. Albert's hand stopped on a rock and pressed it.

Suddenly the wall opened like the first wall Annabelle had seen below. He was brought back into a different room with perfect lighting, unlike the dark passage behind him which he had just climbed.

Annabelle's pupils began to adjust to the light entering her eyes. After that, his eyes swept across the room which was so beautiful and magnificent. The walls of the room are covered with luxurious marble. Gold velvet fabric dominates the ornaments in the room. Artworks and carvings, adorn every side of the walls.

It was like entering a palace. Annabelle's eyes swept back to the center of the room and saw a large, sturdy bed, which looked dashing and domineering there. It was as if the person sleeping there was a very influential person. Anabelle just realized that she was currently standing in a room.

"My Lord, whose room is this?"

"This is my room, My Lady."

Hearing Albert's answer, Annabelle's body suddenly stiffened. It would be a big problem if anyone found out that he was in a Duke's room.

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