"I love you." His stale breath hung in the air between them.
"Oh Erik, I love you too," Christine replied breathlessly. She traced his protruding jawbone with a soft fingertip. She rose up on tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss upon the aperture where his nose would have been.
He traced her upper arms with two abnormally long fingers. The feeling of those bones on her skin made her shiver with want. She couldn't hold back and leaned up to kiss him. Her lush ripened lips met his dry lips that hardly existed, although their brownish hue was accented by the strawberry tones of hers which were becoming swollen by the intensity of their kiss. Christine thought to herself how ridiculous kissing Raoul had been. His nose was always in the way. With Erik, that never happened. She then quit thinking altogether and lost herself in his mouth which tasted of a mixture of decay and wine.
Erik fisted his hands into her mass of russet curls. Christine gently ran her fingers through the long sparse greasy hairs sprouting from the back of his skull. As he began to unbutton her dress, she moaned wantonly into his mouth. As is wont to occur in these sorts of situations, they were both soon divested of their clothing. As he nuzzled a breast, they fit perfectly together; "they", of course, being her breast and his sunken eye socket.
As they continued to caress pink and vaguely yellowish tongues, he reached down to softly cup her sex. He slipped one finger inside of her and then two, but his fingers were so long, that although his thumb was caressing her navel, her maidenhead was torn. She gave a soft mewl of pain. He stopped his movements
"Shhh, my love," Erik whispered softly in her ear. He began his ministrations again. He slowly lowered his mouth down her body, placing chapped kisses all along her torso. He began to suck softy on her clitoris while pleasuring it with his sharp tongue. Brown spittle mixed with her nectar from her sweet core. Finally, she could hold it no more and let loose her climax. Erik watched her face contort with pleasure and "Angel" was the only word that could come to his mind. She was beautiful; a flawless dove. And he had to fuck her.
Erik quickly slid inside of her. But there was a problem. His jutting ribs and pelvis jabbed her roughly as he thrusted in and out of her. But he knew that if Christine were to be on top, she would crush him because he was so thin. There was only one way to do this. He guided her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind. She gasped as her walls stretched to accommodate him, but there was only minor discomfort. And the pleasure he gave her quickly overcame that. He couldn't hold himself for very long and after only a few thrusts came. She apparently enjoyed it though, judging by the scratch marks on his headboard. She'd whispered she loved him more times than he could count on his lengthy toes. As she stared at him lovingly now as they were laying beside each other, she ran her fingers down his cheek and pale yellow skin flaked off in feathery chunks. She smiled.
"Wanna go again?"