|By English: House of Rouff Français : Maison Rouff , Paris, France (LACMA Image Library. Photograph LACMA.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
Can you imagine having that tiny a waist? It's a beautiful garment, but does question how easily one can have a spur of the moment hot exchange...
|By Liberty & Co., London, England (est. 1875) (LACMA Image Library. Photograph LACMA.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
|By Корзун Андрей (Kor!An) (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons|
This one is gorgeous, too. A beautiful wedding dress that makes it very clear he'd better want you because it's going to be hard as heck to get you out of it.
Men's clothing seems to be easier to handle, but there is still a lot to it.
|Adolph Menzel [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
The fashions aren't so bad, but complicated. What do you think? I kind of like them.
A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.
One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.
Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.
But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?
Teasers are so great, aren't they? I'd love to share a snippet from Phantom with you! Happy Holidays!!!
“What are you asking of me?”@Copyright 2012 Wendi Zwaduk and Gaston Leroux
“Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?” Raoul smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. She smelt of flowers, a most intoxicating scent. Although she trembled in his arms, she met him for a kiss. Christine whimpered. Damn the blanket and the layers of fabric between them. He longed to feel her body next to his. He parted her robe and shoved the garment from her shoulders, leaving her in her nightgown. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and palmed her breast.
“Raoul,” she gasped, but didn’t swat him away. “I trust you.”
“Let me make you feel the magic.”
Christine stared at him a moment. “What do you want me to do?”
“Give me what I want. Can you do that?” He unbuttoned the top button on her nightgown. “Show me the depths of your soul.”
“I can.” She whipped her nightgown up over her head, exposing her body to him. Her rosy nipples peaked and the flush spread across her entire chest.
Raoul shrugged out of his nightshirt and tugged her back onto his lap. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, he lost himself in her sweetness. His desire to conquer her took over. Christine slid her hands up his chest and twined them behind his head.
“Do you still wish to learn? This will not be what you expect.”
He sat back on his heels and hazarded a glance to the door to reassure himself it was locked.
“I do not wish to be interrupted.” He grabbed the chair at the small table and dragged it to the couch. “Sit.”
Christine hesitated, then moved from his lap to the edge of the bed. Raoul eased her onto her back. He crawled between her thighs. “I will pull out so I don’t leave my seed inside you, but I cannot guarantee this won’t hurt.”
She nodded, but didn’t look particularly agreeable. He braced himself on his knees and one hand. With his free hand, he stroked her cheek. “I will make you feel precious when I’m done.”