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She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice. Her lips trembled as the scream

began to rise from her throat. She opened her eyes and gasped. It was no ghost,

but a man that stood before her.



He moved slowly as he touched the roses lightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

He was pleasantly surprised at how blue they were. He saw no fear in them, but

wonder - and he knew that the task of seduction would prove to be almost too

easy.



He allowed himself the pleasure of her seduction to begin with his words. "I

see that you have found my garden."



She simply nodded. He could see her cheeks beginning too pink.



"And what is the effect of the rose on you, Imbri?" His words were velvet and

seductive.



She almost choked as he used her name in such a way. She stood and moved away

from him looking at the bushes for a way to avoid his beautiful green eyes. Her

voice trembled, "I believe its effect is that beauty like that has its price."



She turned and he was inches from her person. She gulped as his face leaned

into hers. His voice was pure silk. "And what price does yours have, Imbri?"



I caught myself in his mischief. I have no way out. My knees went weak

and my eyes closed as his scent and proximity took me over the edge. "I would

surrender it to you freely."



His eyes glowed in acceptance and he wasted no time in his first caress, but he

wouldn't take her now. He would just touch her enough to make her know that she

belonged to him. He bit the gloves off and tucked them into his pocket turning

her to have her facing away from him. He began to rub his hands up and down her

frame. His hands stopped short of her neck and he planted hot kisses on her

exposed flesh. Her soft moans escaped her mouth and he quickly turned her to

face him kissing her parted lips.



She opened her eyes to see him looking into them. She locked in the stare for

what seemed an eternity. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and reached inside

her skirts. She was shocked at the invasion but he his fingers danced along the

stockings and reached up into her undergarments. She then pleaded with him.

“Please sir, do not. I am begging you.” He stood and took her mouth into his

once more as his fingers entered the soft flesh that was her center.



He then began to speak slowly. "You see, Imbri, a rose is beautiful, and once

you get past its outer protection, you indeed can feel and smell the sweetness

of its bloom."



His fingers kept at his game and he looked on in wonder as her body began to

dance to its own rhythm. She cried out to him and bit her lips as she spasmed

around his fingers. He pulled away as the final release passed. She fell to the

ground. He smiled at his conquest. He drew in a slight breath seeing her hair

was tangled from her fingers and her cheeks were bright red. Her lips were

swollen and her legs were still apart.



All too suddenly he saw the hot tears falling from her face.



He smiled wickedly. "Now Imbri, do not cry to your lover. We will have plenty

of moments where you may shed your tears."



She felt the red return to her cheeks. "You are not my lover!"



He smiled once again, "Oh, but indeed, I am." He knelt beside her as his hands

caressed her breasts. He then leaned down and sucked the pink flesh. She

moaned slightly. "You see, I have a power over you, and you will be my

lover. I will possess all that you have to offer."



He stood up and disappeared into the Darkness. Imbri stood and cried more. She

would never be able to marry now. He had seduced her, and worse, she had

allowed it. His touch had awakened a desire that had never been there before.



She was powerless against it. He was going to take her. She had now belonged

to The Phantom of the Opera.