Author's note; 5/6/13 - Apologies again for the delay in updating! I have had too many distractions recently.

Hopefully I haven't overdone this, I'm really not sure of what's acceptable for an 'M' rating!

I enjoyed writing this chapter...*blushes and becomes all coy and typically British!* Rose begins to come into her own. It's not a change of personality for her, more that she "embraces her desires" and womanly wiles! She has a very changeable, contradictory nature and personality, and as a Gemini, has two sides to her, dark and light. Also her ancestry plays a part in this (all shall be revealed in due course!).

Please don't expect any answers to questions you may have in this chapter, this is the wedding night. As Voldemort says, 'the time for waiting is over.' Now it's time for Voldemort the seducer...or is he the one to be seduced instead? Read and find out! SA

'Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin, deep in

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't want to break these chains.'

"Poison" - Alice Cooper

Waiting in the room, Rose began to feel the nerves creeping back again. She looked down to her left hand at the serpent ring. She twisted it and made to take it off. She winced in pain as the heads of the serpent's began to move and she felt the ring begin to tighten. She pushed the ring back to where it had been and it ceased cutting off the blood supply to her finger. She scowled at the object. No chance of losing this, unless I lose my hand. She'd drunk more wine than she'd intended during the evening and was annoyed with herself for that. She wanted to keep her wits about her, but the pure nerves and apprehension within her had demanded something to settle them. Yet she didn't feel intoxicated or out of control, which she was thankful for.

She recalled that during the evening she became aware of a sense of release within her, beginning to feel as if she was someone else. Someone very bold and who was aware of the power of their attractions. She had lost herself in the music as she always did; but she was aware of the eyes of the men on her and she revelled in it, dancing provocatively and deliberately so.

After the last song had finished, he had gestured for her to return to him. He bade her to go with Narcissa, who had brought her to this room. He had ordered her not to undress, but to wait for him. She had looked around the room and saw the crimson roses and black candles that adorned it. The furnishings were elegant and she had sat down on the bed, stroking the luxurious sheets.

Unable to settle, she had walked over to the dressing table. Toiletries and a brush were placed there for her. Sitting down, she had looked into the mirror, unfurled her hair from the elegant ponytail and began to brush it. Taking a cotton pad, she removed the heavy make-up. She had never liked wearing too many cosmetics. She pulled her mane of hair over her left shoulder and sighed, resting her chin in her hands.

The nerves were suffocating her now, she could barely breathe. She moved yet again, going to stand over by the window. She stared out at the darkened sky and said a silent prayer. I call on all my loved ones, past and present to come to me in spirit tonight. Share with me your courage and strength to bear what I am about to endure. Help me find my fire and spirit again and the wisdom to control it and not let it control me. I give thanks to the gods and goddesses and all the elements of nature.

She inhaled deep breaths and eventually the fear and apprehension subsided and a calmness began to flow through her. She began to feel in control of herself and her emotions, becoming aware of a presence in the room. She looked around, there was no-one here but herself, yet still she felt it. A very powerful presence. She closed her eyes and tried to focus. It was female.

Yes, you sense me. I am here with you.

Rose gasped and opened her eyes. She turned from the window and looked around. She was still alone in the room. She was not going mad. It was the voice she had heard this morning. She had heard the voice. It was not hers, not her inner voice. Are you still here? She spoke inwardly and waited.

Yes, I am still here. Do not fear, I shall stay with you, for I am part of you as you are part of me. I have been watching in the shadows and I see that you need my help. Do not fear your dark side or your desires and your arousal at his touch. Enjoy it. You have control of it, it does not control you. Let no-one say you are a whore for your passionate nature and enjoyment of carnal pleasures. Embrace the power of your sex.

The voice let out a laugh. He has met his match in you, little does he know it! Yet another man who underestimates the power of women! And a woman with power such as yours he is even more stupid to dismiss! He thinks he can contain and control you, the fool! You will have him at your feet before long. You are of my blood for certain!

'Who are you?' she cried out and turned around, following the sound of the voice, desperate for the presence to make itself known. All will be made known to you in time, my child. Do not fear. You have fought your destiny thus far, fight it no longer...this night is meant to be. You have not yet even begun to tap into the powerful magic within you, but I will guide you. The child you will create with him will be spoken of throughout time and will continue our sacred bloodline.

I don't want his child! What kind of father will he be? He is sick and twisted, he is evil and has made me a killer! Rose shouted inwardly. The voice both empowered yet frightened her. Do not label yourself a killer, you made the only logical choice you could and that choice spared the lives of an innocent family.

Now, make yourself ready, he comes. Stop fighting your desire for him...admit it and embrace it. Take control, be bold, challenge and seduce him. You can do this...the dark passions are within you. Use them, for they will make you stronger and take him by surprise. He will not expect it from you. Remember that you have control of your dark side, whilst his controls him, for he has lost himself within it.

The voice faded at the rush of air into the room. She continued looking out at the night sky and did not turn at the rustle of his robes, but waited for him to come to her. She shivered and closed her eyes as his fingers touched her back. Embrace your desires. The words echoed in her head as his hand moved slowly up her back, and she felt him move closer to her.

'Yes,' he breathed into her ear. 'We shall both embrace our desires tonight.' He pulled her around to face him, and although his serpentine eyes still made her shiver with fear, she no longer felt lost in it. He smiled darkly and she saw his lust for her in those eyes. It made her feel powerful, and she liked the idea of having him want her. She wanted her allure bring him to his knees and at her feet, begging her for release.

'Well girl, or should I say, wife? Here we are at last. All this time you evaded me, but you could not escape me.' Rose stared back at this evil man who had taken countless lives and tortured and maimed so many. This man who disgusted and frightened her, whose touch repulsed her, yet made her ache with want and longing. She found her voice. 'I am beginning to realise that you cannot run from your destiny...I was foolish to think I could.' He smiled. 'I knew you would come to your senses eventually.' He pulled her closer to him and she felt his breath against her cheek. 'I shall make you mine now.'

He looked into her dark, amber eyes and felt the arousal within him at the fear and desire he saw in their depths. He kissed her, his tongue darting inside her mouth, and she responded, one hand gripping his neck, whilst the other stroked his head. He felt the heat of her touch on his skin, and it created a sensation of electricity through his body.

He ordered her to turn back around and she obeyed him. He caressed her back again, and it was so soft and elegant. Instead of using his magic, he undid the small buttons by hand and pulled the fabric from her neck. He stroked the exposed skin and then placed his mouth there, kissing and gently biting the flesh. He heard her sigh in pleasure, and moving his mouth from her neck, he slid his hands under the lace fabric on her shoulders.

He began to push the material of the dress down her arms until it reached her wrists, and her breasts and abdomen were exposed. He pulled her back against him and placed his hands between her arms so he could cup her breasts. His fingers gently squeezed the soft mounds of flesh, and he laughed as she placed her hands over his, encouraging him to massage them more deeply. She sighed at the sensation, arching her neck to one side. He shivered and devoured the exposed skin, biting it again and causing it to bruise. She began to direct his hands from her breasts to move down over her abdomen and to her hips.

The dress fell from her hips to the floor. His hand moved from her hip and began stroking her lower abdomen, causing her to breathe more deeply as his fingers moved lower to stroke the fine patch of hair. He stared into the window's reflection and saw her nakedness.

'Turn around,' he commanded, and again she did as he asked, stepping out of the dress and turning to face him. Her whole body felt alive with lust and sensual power. He stepped back slightly and his eyes devoured her from head to foot, lingering on the elegant contours of her body. He took a breath, feeling as if he had never seen a woman's body as divine as hers before. 'Delicious,' he said.

His eyes widened in surprise as she moved towards him and boldly slipped her hands between his robes. The feel of her hands on his chest made him shudder. They moved from his chest, down to his abdomen. He groaned in ecstasy as her hands touched and then cupped his genitals, causing them to swell and harden in response. 'Oh yes, girl,' he cried out, but her hands released them and began making their way back up his body, prompting him to emit a guttural growl of disappointment. She began to push his robe from his shoulders and he did not stop her.

It slipped to the floor and he stood before her. It was her turn to appraise him and her eyes raked all over him. Rose surveyed the pale, slender body, and it was surprisingly pleasing to the eye, like a white marble statue. She studied its contours and definition, his body was toned and muscular and she wanted to touch it again. He watched her as she studied his body and found that she was surprising him. He had not expected such boldness, imagining that she would try to resist him. But he was far from disappointed by her unexpected forwardness. Swiftly she moved back towards him, and taking hold of his face, she pulled him to her and closed her mouth on his with force.

He responded just as forcefully gripping her by the hair. He felt her hands move to his back and her hold was strong, her nails digging into his skin. He had never let a woman take control and make so free in touching him like she was doing. He realised that he didn't care, and he wanted her to. But she was consuming and overwhelming him, making him feel out of control.

Rose found herself on the bed as he apparated them. She felt breathless from the sensation, and found herself beneath him, his hands gripping her tightly by the wrists, pinning her to the bed. She laughed, sensing he was trying to take control again. Well, let him try. She knew she still had the control, and she was enjoying this! Who are you and what have you done with Rose Greenwood? She asked herself inwardly, laughing again and already knowing the answer. The feeling of liberation within her was addictive. 'Something amuses you?' He asked, dangerously. In his aroused state he was too distracted to read her mind.

She smiled seductively at him. 'No, my Lord. I'm just enjoying myself.' The danger passed as he returned her smile. 'It pleases me to hear it.' She pretended to try and remove herself from his grasp and he tightened his hold on her wrists. 'I don't think so...you are mine now.' They gazed at one another intensely, both of them breathing heavily. 'I thought the time for talking and waiting was over, my Lord...I beg you not to make me wait much longer.' He laughed at her boldness. 'As you wish.'

She gasped as he pinned her wrists above her head, and felt a cord begin to twine itself around them. The other end of the cord twined itself around the bedpost, and his body was against hers, their mouths inches apart. 'You're at my mercy now,' he breathed and she smiled again. 'I am for the moment, my Lord...perhaps it will be your turn to be at my mercy soon.' She was challenging him again, and it was arousing and refreshing.

He silenced her with another kiss, so deep and hard, that each of them would be bruised from the strength of it. Rose abandoned herself to his touch and revelled in it. His hands began to roam all over her body, his exploration of her thorough, causing her to shiver in pleasure. He traced her skin with his mouth, tongue and teeth and her moans of enjoyment excited him into readiness.

I have to take her now. His knee pushed her legs apart, his hand stroking the opening between. He looked at her face and knew he was pleasing her. He felt a thrill of satisfaction at this observation, and consumed by his lust, he did not realise that his own pleasure was secondary to hers. He looked at her swollen mouth, kissed it once more and then entered her. She let out a cry as he pushed himself deep inside of her, their bodies beginning to move together and her legs wrapping around him. Serpentine eyes met amber ones, and Voldemort allowed himself to let go.

xox

Rose was awoken by the feel of long fingers stroking her hair, before they moved down her back, the long nails gently raking her skin. She sighed in delight at the sensation, feeling his eyes upon her as she stirred from sleep. 'Good morning.' She was about to move to face him. 'Stay where you are,' he commanded. 'Good morning, my Lord,' she replied, returning his greeting and remaining where she was as he'd ordered.

'I trust you slept well?' he enquired of her. 'Very well, thank you.' She had, and was surprised at how relaxed she felt. She still could not comprehend the side of her nature that had awoken last night and the sense of release and freedom that she felt. Sex had never been like this with any other man before. Guilt, shame and disgust at her enjoyment were trying to make themselves heard, but this new side of her drowned them out. He continued his stroking of her back, and she found it so relaxing. She laughed to herself inwardly. This is bizarre yet so pleasurable! He seems obsessed with my back! What's the fascination?

'Do you forget I can read your thoughts?' She heard the tone in his voice. Bloody hell! I've annoyed him now! 'Forgive me, my Lord, I meant no disrespect...' She was silenced by the feel of his lips and tongue on her back. After some minutes, he ceased his ministrations. 'Turn around,' he commanded.

Rose turned over in the bed, her auburn hair splayed across the pillow and her breasts and stomach uncovered. She lay on her back and faced those pale green serpentine eyes. A loose robe covered his body and the sight of him before her caused her insides to react with repulsion and attraction. How could a person make you feel both things? 'Such language, even in your thoughts is unbecoming of a woman. And why are my attentions so "bizarre" as you like to word it?' Rose looked at him, trying to read his mood. He was so ready to take slight at comments or thoughts where none was intended.

'My present circumstances made me think of being fifteen, my Lord. Myself and my friends used to discuss what we'd be doing when we were twenty-one. But my ideas at fifteen and the reality of my life now are polar opposites. That's why I was thinking how bizarre things were. It was not a slight or insult.' He looked at her. 'I see,' he said, his tone neutral. ' So you did not envision you would be the wife and consort of the greatest dark wizard the world has seen in centuries?' He finished and smiled at her. 'No I didn't,' she replied

'And how did your fifteen year old self imagine your life in the present?' She hesitated, before speaking. 'I hoped I'd be a professional dancer, travelling and seeing something of the world. And...' She stopped, knowing that he would sneer if she continued. 'And what?' He asked. 'Tell me,' he demanded when she remained silent. 'I hoped that...I'd have met my soul mate, that I'd be in love.' Finishing her sentence, Rose studied his face and saw what he thought of her words.

His thumb brushed her bruised lips. 'Love,' he said, his face expressing his disgust. 'What is it with people and their ridiculous belief in that emotion? Love is a fallacy and does not exist. Yet even now, humans are still seduced into believing it is real.' A harsh laugh escaped his lips. 'Desire, lust, sex, obsession, attachment and familiarity. These are what people mistake for love. I do not share the delusional belief in love the rest of humanity suffers from.' Rose remained silent and Voldemort's hand took hold of her hair, twisting it around his hand.

'Your childish desires were most uninspiring...the predictable and pathetic imaginings of a young girl growing up in the muggle world,' he said dismissively. 'My child shall not be raised to aim for such mundane goals, or to believe in false emotions.' His words made Rose shiver. The child he spoke of could be starting to form inside her already. Voldemort's words had jolted her back into reality and away from the dark pleasures she had lost herself in. His bitter speech about love and his talk about how he would raise a child, created a cold emptiness inside her.

He noticed that her mind was elsewhere and saw the change in her expression. He did not like that she was no longer focused on him, so he tightened his hold on her hair, yanking it and causing her pain. 'Ah!' Rose cried out, and their eyes met. 'I do not appreciate ignorance.' She forced herself to appear contrite. 'I'm sorry, my Lord.' His scowl morphed into a supercillious smile. 'You are forgiven.'

His hand let go of her hair and he touched her face once more. His mouth lowered to hers and he kissed her. He raised himself up and smiled. 'As to the fascination with your back, it is elegant and invites me to touch it. I appreciate beauty and elegance.' Rose pushed away the thoughts that caused her distraction and prompted Voldemort to hurt her. 'Thank you, my Lord for the compliment.' His hand travelled down to her neck, then to her breasts and abdomen.

'I've bruised you,' he said, trailing his fingers over the purple patches of skin. 'It does not look very elegant.' He roamed his hands over each area and the bruises began to disappear, revealing the original colour of her skin. Rose shivered at the feel of his hands on her and the dark pleasure came to the fore again.

'That's much better,' Voldemort said when he had finished. Rose looked at him again and saw the desire for her rise up in his eyes. She felt the heat building again between them. 'The only problem I have now is that I want to take you once more, and I think I shall undo all my work and bruise you again.' Rose laughed and put a hand on his chest, snaking it downwards and feeling the tremble in his body. 'Perhaps I'll bruise you this time, my Lord.'