Angelina stood there in the chamber of Cardinal Richelieu, terrified and unsure of what to expect. In a desperate attempt to help feed her family, she had stolen produce from the king's garden, and was caught by guards just as she had been about to escape. She knew this meant death, and despite her pleas to the guards she was thrown into the dungeon and shackled to the wall. She had been told Cardinal Richelieu was willing to spare her life if she did something in return for him. Being only seventeen, and far from ready to leave this world, she agreed willingly to this. The more she thought about it, though, she grew more nervous. Just what was it he was wanting from her?

Suddenly, the chamber doors opened, making her jump with surprise. When Angelina saw it was the Cardinal, she knelt and bowed her head. "Your excellence," she greeted him in a quiet voice.

"Leave us, guards," she heard him say, and a few seconds later heard the doors shut. "Stand, child," he commanded her, and she did as he said, but did not dare raise her head. "Look up at me," he added, and she finally brought her gaze up to meet his. Richelieu's breath caught in his throat when he finally saw her. Per his request, she was bathed and clothed in clean garments, making her as fresh as a daisy. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. She was by far the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her dark hair was tied back in a high bun, and a few loose strands framed her face. Her skin was like delicate porcelain, and flushed a lovely pink under his gaze. Her big eyes were a dark brown, and held an innocence within them. Wetting his lips, he scanned her figure. She was a tiny little thing, that was for sure. Oh, the fun he could have with her.

Angelina's heart skipped a beat when she finally saw him up close. He may have been a man of God, but there was something dark and extremely attractive about him. His dark, curly hair fell just below his collar, the soft appearance of it making her want to run her fingers through it. A matching beard complimented the most sensuous mouth she had ever seen on a man. His eyes were a lovely blend of green and blue, and held a look of pure, carnal lust within them. She was immediately drawn into the presence of this powerful man.

Richelieu stepped closer to her. "Forgive me, but I did not learn your name," he commented.

Hearing his voice sent delicious chills down her spine. She could listen to him talk all day. "It's Angelina, sir," she replied.

"Angelina," he echoed as he took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he added. She gave a shy smile, and he noticed how lovely it was.

"I thank you, your excellence," she replied. Her heart was pounding from that brief contact. Lowering her gaze, she added, "I would also like to thank you, sir, for sparing my life the way you did. I am not worthy of such kindness."

"Ah, but you are, my child," he said as he gently forced her to look back up at him.

"I do not know how I will ever repay you."

Richelieu gave her figure a quick glance. "I believe I can think of a thing or two," he replied, his thumb tracing her full lower lip.

Angelina's heart thudded in her chest. She was not quite sure what he meant by that. "I-I was told, sir, that you already had something in mind?" she asked.

"Yes…yes I do," he replied, a wicked grin coming to his face. "I was willing to spare your life. In return, what I want from you is for you to devote your life to me."

She swallowed hard. "Just what do you mean, sir?"

"What I want is, from this moment on, to claim you as mine. You will give your body over to me for me to do as I please whenever I want."

Angelina frowned. "But you're a man of God. Those sorts of things aren't allowed, I thought."

"If you are going to cause problems and be ungrateful, I suppose I shall just have to put you back where I found you," he replied, and turned to head back out of the room.

"No, wait!" she exclaimed, and he stopped, turning back to face her. "I am not telling you no, sir. It…it just seems wrong with you being who you are. I fear of someone finding out."

Richelieu chuckled at this. "You are such a naïve young girl. Nobody will find out, because what happens between us will stay in this room. Even if someone did find out, no one would believe them over me." When she remained silent, he added, "I can give you the life you have dreamt of. Anything you want I shall give to you, as long as you stay here and become mine."

Angelina took a deep breath. "I will agree to this, under one circumstance."

"Keeping your life is not enough?"

"Please, sir," she pleaded.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Just what is it you are wanting?"

"I…I just want you to make sure my family is well and happy. Please, sir…all I ask is that you watch over them, and make sure they are okay."

Richelieu softened a bit. She obviously cared a great deal about her loved ones. He admired that. "Very well. If you agree to give yourself to me, I will agree to keep watch over your family."

Angelina knew this was just what her family needed, but could not help feeling as if she were selling her soul to the devil. Bowing her head, she quietly replied, "I am yours, then, to do as you please, sir." As soon as she said this, he had her look up at him and pressed his lips to hers. Her legs immediately turned to jelly, the feel of his soft lips against hers taking her breath away.

Richelieu felt her slump against him the second he kissed her. She responded just the way he wanted her to, with a willing eagerness. His arms snaked around her small waist to hold her up, and tilting his head to the side he deepened the kiss. He had lusted after many women in his years, but none of them compared to how he wanted Angelina. There was something different about her he found both intriguing and completely intoxicating.

The longer the kiss went on, the more engulfed with desire Angelina became. She knew this was wrong, but at the same time it felt so right. Her heart fluttered when his hands began to caress her back, and hesitantly she allowed her arms to wind around his neck. She was beginning to realize she wanted him in the worst way possible.

Pulling away, he looked down into her darkened eyes. There was no more waiting. He needed her then and there. His hands feverishly and swiftly discarded of one item of clothing after another, until she was standing before him in all her naked glory. She had a soft, luscious body, and he was pleasantly surprised when full breasts and a deliciously thick ass greeted his hungry gaze. Her dress had apparently hidden more than he realized. He licked his lips as wicked images danced in his head, and in one swift movement he carried her to his bed. He deposited her onto it, and started working on the buttons of his own outfit. At one point, though, she stopped him. Richelieu looked back up at her, his eyebrow arched. "Let me," she said in a quiet voice, and deftly unbuttoned his robe. Once it was undone, she slipped her hands inside it and ran them over his warm skin. Angelina quickly discovered that he was wearing knee-length pants, and that was it.

"You are stunning," he murmured as he knelt on the bed in front of her. She fell back, and made her way up the bed. He stalked her every movement, crawling over her and keeping his eyes locked with hers. Once they were up by the willows, he gently pushed her down onto them. Lying there with him above her made it officially sink in this was going to happen. There had been only one other time that she had laid with a man, but it had been far from enjoyable. He had been rough, and clearly was not thinking about her as he took something both precious and sacred from her. She hoped Richelieu was not like that.

Reaching up, she cautiously removed the cap he was wearing and ran her fingers through her thick hair, intrigued by its soft texture. He then grabbed her chin and pressed his lips to hers again. She willingly returned the kiss, her thighs falling open for him to nestle between as she undid the knickers he was wearing. Once they were open he firmly pressed her hand against his throbbing erection, and groaned when she started stroking him. Her small fingers wrapped around his straining shaft, and ran along the length of him. His own hand went to the juncture of her thighs, his fingers eagerly exploring her warm wetness as his lips closed around one of her small rosy nipples. He could hear the quiet whimpers she was making in the back of her throat, and felt her hand moving quicker on him. "Angelina," he moaned when it all grew to be too much, gently pulling her hand away.

She looked up at him, confusion on her face. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

Richelieu quickly shook his head no. "I stopped you because I can't wait any longer. I have to be inside you." Angelina's heart began to race when he said this, but she remained still. She watched his eyes as they roamed over her nude body, hoping that the look on his face was that of approval. He let out a silent groan as he reached up to caress her breasts. She closed her eyes at the pleasant sensation of his hands on her skin, and could feel the pulsing that had started up between her legs from his touches. He pulled his hand away, and she gave a quiet gasp when she felt him rubbing the tip of his cock against her. He covered her mouth with his as he wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and with a quick thrust of his hips buried himself to the hilt within her. Her nails dug hard into his back as she let out muffled cries, the sensations he was giving her a mixture of pleasure and pain. Richelieu remained motionless as he planted wet kisses on her neck and shoulders, courteously giving her a moment to adjust to him. When he felt Angelina beginning to squirm, he got up on his elbows, and watching her intently he started easing in and out of her wet warmth.

Initially, the sensation of him moving within her felt peculiar to Angelina. Looking down, she watched as his hips moved against hers sensuously, and noticed how quickly his motions began to give her an intense pleasure. Letting out quiet moan, she tightened her legs around his waist, and when she looked up at him, she could see his eyes were dark with lust. Unable to hold back the carnal urges overcoming him, Richelieu kissed her deeply before beginning to drive hard and fast into her. This made her squeal and buck against him, her hips beginning to move in sync with his. There was nothing gentle about what they were doing…and she liked it. As much as she hated to admit it, she was thoroughly enjoying his face pace. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door, which made her panic. "What?" Richelieu called out in an irritable voice, not once slowing his pace. He then tightened his hand around her mouth and Angelina bit her lip hard to keep from moaning when he started grinding directly into her clit.

"Sire, the king needs a word with you," a man informed him. "He said it was important."

"I'll speak with him later."

"But sir-"

"I said later!" Richelieu yelled harshly, and bit back a moan. Leaning down, he ran his tongue along her neck before murmuring in her ear, "Come for me, my sweet little peach. Let me feel that pussy of yours come hard for my cock." The second he pulled his hand away, Angelina buried her face in his neck, and bit down on his shoulder as an earth-shattering orgasm tore through her, making her clutch fistfuls of his robe in an attempt to pull him closer to her. A split second later, Richelieu pressed his face into the crook of her neck, letting out low moans as he climaxed within her. He held himself up for a long moment, and then finally collapsed onto her. Angelina accepted his weight, the feeling of him pressing her into the mattress almost comforting. "I must get going," he commented once he was able to regain control of himself, and reluctantly got out of bed. As he organized his clothes, he saw she was beginning to get up as well, and gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "Lie back," he said as he ran a hand through her hair. He gave a wicked grin as he added, "You're going to need all the rest you can get." Angelina giggled at this, and closed her eyes as he continued to stroke her hair, quickly falling fast asleep. Richelieu softly kissed both of her closed eyelids, and her forehead before whispering, "Sleep well my angel." He then finished straightening up his clothes, and as he took one more glance over at her, he realized with shock that he was already gaining feelings for her.