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He was pulling her while she fought him every inch of the way. She cursed him,

she kicked him, she hit him, and finally, she cried to him.



"Oh, please don't do this. I will do anything but this. You will be able to

play your music, and your new opera's will be all that is played. Just please

stop this madness. I cannot do this... I don't even know your name. You know

mine. Please, just let me go."



His step quickened and he spoke softly, “I will not be denied, Imbri. You will

be mine. I have a need of a woman."



He pulled her towards his domain, and once there, he would not make the same

mistakes that he did with Christine. His music would wait. Everything would

wait. He would consume her and intoxicate himself with her beauty.



She raised her voice again, "You are mad. Do you hear me? I am offering you

everything. I will give it you. I will even give you the opera house."



He stopped and turned to her. His eyes glazed over and his words became

erratic. “I will have you, and anything else I desire from you! If you do not

stop with this, I will take you right here."



With that he crushed her to his chest and pushed her against the wall. He

parted her legs and she cried out to him, “Please, no."



He kissed her once more as he fumbled with her undergarments. He tugged on them

and they snapped in his hands.



He then lowered his mouth to her neck and spoke softly against it, “Tell me you

don't want me. Tell me and I will stop."



Imbri’s POV:



He stood and let go, his eyes meeting my own. I saw the sadness upon his

pleading eyes. I knew that this man never had a companion, never had a willing

partner, and knowing such, I did not know where his madness would take me.



I reached up and grabbed his face. He instantly grabbed at his mask. I pulled

his hands from the mask and spoke shakily, "You hide behind this mask. I must

tell you that you are beautiful. You have to face these demons. I will help

you. I have a power, you see, the ability to see many things with a touch of my

hand. I have seen this flesh for which you have hidden from the world. You do

not have to hide from me. She did not know. She was a child. I, as you

see, am not."



His eyes looked at me, and for the first time since I saw him, there was

understanding.



I continued, "You have awakened in me a need, a long lost feeling. Am I to risk

my life to satisfy your lust? I know I can’t refuse you, even though I know I

should. I offer you myself willingly. I just pray that you will find a way to

fill the emptiness. You have been too long denied."



At that, he turned from me and left me there. I stood motionless. Why did he

leave?



He disappeared into the darkness, and as he walked away, the light that once

filled the long corridor began to extinguish.



I thought, I can turn back now. He has decided. But I was torn. The

man awakened a passion in me that I had not known existed.



Why was I having second thoughts? He was dangerous, but yet, if the people

who lived in this place knew my history… I finally knew that he was my

destiny. I had never given myself to anyone and now I really had a chance to

live.



I ran after him. I just knew that I longed to know the passion that this

beautiful being seemed to breathe.



I finally came to a lake and did not see a way across it, except through it, so

I entered the water which was quite warm.



I made my way across it and thanked God that it was only waist deep. It dropped

off for an instant, so I took a deep breathe, and dove into it submersing my

entire body.



I finally saw light, and brought myself up to the surface. It was a sight that

left me beyond words.



He was there. He was looking at a portrait of some kind. I thought he would

reject me now. I offered too much words and he would not want my pity.



He had said what he wanted of me, and that was all he had offered. I was a

grown woman, and well at twenty-six years old. I had almost passed the age of

having proper suitors.



I had only one when I turned eighteen. He had me, almost, but then as I went

off to bed I awoke to find my cousin's young body stiff and cold. He had killed

her.



I did not ask him why. I just went into my father's gun cabinet, grabbed his

Mauser, and fired two shots into his body.



It was then that I had fled. My father and I have been separated since.



I walked up to him. So this was going to be my lover. How would it feel? I

had hoped to be more, but his torn soul would not allow it.





He sat upon his organ and held the picture to his chest. He seemed to be

mumbling some unknown words.



I instantly slid on top of his larger frame and began undoing my corset before

his eyes.



I spoke seductively as I noticed the picture he held was of a woman. “Well, is

it me that is to become one with you, or that photograph?"



As the words rolled off my lips, I had my breasts in full view of him, my body

wet from the lake. I instantly had a thought and wondered if this was a bold

decision on my part. But, if I was to have a lover, he would fulfill my

desires. I stood up. He pulled me back down.



"Why don't you indulge me, my good sir, by accompanying me to that warm lake of

yours?"



His eyes danced as he looked at the lake and my exposed flesh.



Erik's POV:



She stood before me now with a look of pure lust. It was what I had wanted,

wasn't it? She took the control from me and for some reason it intrigued me.



The lake, how many times had I thought of it? Not with her but... I would not

think of her now. My vermei was in full bloom and, surely, I would be mad not

to deflower her.



Imbri’s POV:



He stood there contemplating what he should do. I knew this was his first time

as well. We would meet the dark seduction together.



I entered the water allowing it to warm me. I then began to undress, and this

was all it took to coax him in with me.



His hands were upon me and we spoke no more words. He fumbled with the last of

the corset. Once I felt free, he began caressing me, and he had no intention of

undressing, so I took the liberty of undressing him.



I ripped off his shirt, not wanting to deal with the buttons. I gasped at how

magnificent his chest was. I laid my hands upon him and lowered my mouth to

taste of his flesh. He then uttered the words softly, "L'cOh mon. Plaisir

pur."



"Mon rouge doux a monté."



I then took off his trousers and was shocked by the size of him. He stood naked

before me and I fumbled with my clothing as well.



As I stood naked before him, I did not feel afraid.



Erik POV:



Erik took not one, but both of Imbri's hands, and clasped them tightly. This

lady with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess would surely make him

go insane again. Why not? He wouldn’t lose anything he hadn't lost before.



Perhaps she could even make him forget his past. But being with him was

dangerous. He knew his need of her was evident, and he did not know if he could

subdue his want of her.



He noticed her breath was quick, and she swallowed hard as his mouth lowered to

hers. His head began a crazy spinning when their lips touched.



Imbri’s POV:



Melting beneath his kiss, Imbri twined her arms around his neck and whispered in

his ear, "Tell me what should I call my lover?"



"It is Erik. Call me Erik."



. . .



His name sounded wonderful upon my lips and I whispered it in his ear, "Erik."



His mouth then forced my lips apart and his kiss grew more passionate.



His hands moved to her exposed breasts. They began to tremble as he caressed

them, sucking in his breath with desire. He began gently kneading them, his

thumbs and forefingers tweaking the nipples into tight peaks.



Sighing, growing heavy with pleasure, Imbri parted her lips, welcoming his

tongue as it speared inside her mouth. The sensation this evoked caused her to

moan, and she hated it when he drew away from her.



'Tell me you need me," Erik coaxed. His hands caressed the arch of her back.

"Imbri, tell me."



Her face flushed, her eyes devouring Erik's handsome face. Even with the mask,

he had the makings of an angel. Trying not to feel that what they were about to

share was wrong, Imbri nodded.



"Oh, how I need you," she said, goose bumps traveling across her flesh as she

realized that they were both nude. She had never appeared nude in the presence

of a man before in her life.



Erik's fingers moved slowly over her body with exquisite tenderness. When a

hand cupped her at the juncture of her thighs, it was there that he knew he

could bring her secrets of desire forth. She gasped slightly. His stroking of

her increased, as did his kisses upon her skin.



He looked at her in wonder as her eyes held his and her hair cascaded over her

shoulders. Her lips bruised with his heated embrace.



"I don't think I can wait much longer, my vermei," Erik whispered in her ear.

"Vermei, tell me that you want me to take you. To the desires of your heart, I

shall pleasure you like no man will ever do."



There was only one time a woman could lose her maidenhead to a man, and this

definitely was not the right time. If she ever decided to marry, the other who

would have her would look upon her as a whore.



She looked at Erik with fear, and then slowly let it subside as the words came

in a whisper upon his ear, "Yes, take me now." He grasped her once more and

pulled her from the water. He felt her tension as he made his way to the

staircase that enclosed his bed chamber. Once there, Erik kissed her hotly, his

fingers probing between her thighs trying to ready her for that final burst of

pain that would shoot through her when he plunged himself inside her for the

first time.



"Tell me you want me, Imbri. Tell me... you need me," he whispered, tracing the

outline of her lips with his tongue.



"From this moment on, no man will have you. You belong to me."



He rose slightly away from her and she noticed the hardened muscles on his flat

stomach. The only thing she wished was not there was the mask. It was a part

of him, and asking him to remove it was out of the question.



. . .



Imbri’s POV:



His need was so evident, it appeared to be swollen. And as he knelt down over

her, letting that part of him touch her inner thigh, her breath was stolen away.

Though large and hard, his manhood had the feel of velvet.



Erik’s POV:





Erik reached for Imbri's hand and guided it downward. "Touch me," he said

huskily. "Familiarize yourself with this part of me, because it will be the

only thing that is going to take you past the point of no return."



His eyes closed as she touched him. ”Move your hand over me.“ Scarcely

breathing as she did this, his body became alive with passion as her caress

brought out the beauty of him.



Imbri’s POV:



Imbri's eyes locked with Erik's as she began moving her hand unashamed. She had

been intrigued how his hardness felt within her fingers. She thought she could

feel a strange sort of throbbing against her flesh. It was as if a part of him

had a life of its own.



Erik’s POV:



Erik closed his eyes and held back. Pleasure he had never known soared threw

him. He trailed his hands over Imbri's soft body, then again centered his

fingers at the juncture of her thighs.



In time with her hand movements, he stroked her. He could feel her become more

alive beneath his touch. He could hear her breathing becoming more erratic.



Moving her hand away from him, again looking into her eyes, Erik moved his

hardness to the core of her womanhood. "Imbri, it's time..." he whispered and

made one quick plunge downward into her.



Her soft flesh had sent him over the edge. She was hot and welcoming. He was

lost in her; the brief pain that transpired only lasted for minutes. He heard

her gasp his name. He took her with a longing that he had held for years.



The matched passion was there. As they both met each other's rhythm, the last

words heard before their release was Erik's voice as he cried out someone else's

name. "CHRISTINE."