*** The chapter most of you have been waiting for. I know I have…LOL…read and review. This is my real first attempt at a decent love scene..be kind!
Those words, so beautiful from her lips, "Be gentle with me…"
Erik swallowed, "Oh, Christine…I promise I will be…" He nearly had to choke back tears at the realization that she would finally be his! He continued to caress her blonde locks out away from her face, his hand eventually turning so that he touched her warmed cheek.
She left his stare, her eyes looking down into nothing. She could feel the gooseflesh over her arms and legs as he touched her face, moving down to her throat, the tops of her breasts swelling at the edge of the chemise.
She whimpered as she felt his lips graze her neck once more, nerves building in her at the anticipation of her submission to him. She turned her head, relishing the sensation of him at her throat, her eyes wondering to the lone candle in the corner of the room. She had always been drawn to the flame…
To hear that soft whimper from her delicious lips made his desire even more evident to her. God knows she had a spell on him! The skin of her neck and collarbone was soft in contrast to the rough malformed lips that caressed and kissed it. This was surely a sin.
He lifted himself from her for a moment to rid of his shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor beside the bed. Immediately he was back hovering over her, his lips now dangerously drifting to the edge of her chemise, a hand coming back to untie its laces.
She stiffened beneath him, never having revealed her body to anyone before. He sensed her anxiety, resisting the urge to rip the confounded fabric. With the laces untied, she closed her eyes, not realizing that she was clutching the sheets at her sides as tight as she could.
Surprisingly she felt his lips return to hers, his body almost lying on top of her.
"You are giving me the greatest gift, Christine…" He whispered, his warm breath giving her chills. "I love you so much…" He nuzzled her neck, a trembling hand grazing over her covered breast, parting the fabric so that he could place his hand inside.
She gasped as she felt his warm hand enter the chemise, gently cupping her breast, his hand exploring the soft skin, his thumb occasionally flicking over her nipple.
"Erik…" She said shakily before he stole her breath again, his tongue gently parting her mouth.
"Shhhh…don't be afraid of this…give in to pleasure Christine…there are many ways I can make your body sing…" He groaned, moving his lips cautiously down to the opening of her chemise, tasting the delicate flesh of her breast.
She moaned in her throat, her breathing erratic. Her hand was now fisted in his black hair, a foreign feeling burning in her lower abdomen.
When he heard her moan in pleasure he lifted himself off of her again, gently removing the entire chemise. Her breasts were fully revealed to him, a thin blanket covering the rest of her.
"Goddess…" He whispered, returning to her breast with his hungry mouth, a hand caressing the other. He felt her hand leave his hair, tracing down his neck to rest on his back. She could feel the traces of old scars, some deep as if in the past they had been a serious wound, others light scratch like marks. Her heart ached for his troubled, wicked past and she ran her hand over those scars as if she meant to heal them.
Her eyes were shut tight, concentrating on the feeling of him devour her. He quickly turned his attention to her other breast, nuzzling, kissing and tasting her.
"My teacher…" She blushed, her eyes still closed.
"I can teach you many things…" He whispered, kissing between her breasts moving down her slim form to her stomach. His hands caressed her waist, hips over her abdomen. She shifted beneath him, her body wanting to accommodate his touch. He kissed down to her navel, shredding the bed of its blanket, revealing her beautiful hips, legs and what lie between.
She felt herself trembling, her hands coming back to clutch the fabric beneath her.
"Christine…" He whispered in a husky desire filled tone, a finger gliding across her cheek. She opened her eyes turning to look at him, with somewhat pleading eyes.
"Y-Yes?" She whispered in reply, her voice giving away her fear.
"Please…don't be frightened…If…I do something you don't want me to do…or I hurt you unintentionally…you may stop me…" He kissed her forehead, over her eyes and then lastly at her lips, gentle at first then adding more pressure as his hand wondered over her breasts, her waist and then teasingly at her inner thighs.
He parted her legs, noticing they were shaking. His long, skillful fingers came to stroke her sensitive flesh finding her incredibly warm and wet.
"Erik!' She gasped, only to be silenced by his lips. She cried out in her throat, the sound making it to his ears.
"Shhh…let me touch you…" He whispered lovingly, knowing she was nervous. "Let me please you…"
With another moan escaping her lips, he let a finger slip into her. Feeling her tighten and stiffen at the entry.
"Relax my love…breathe…" He whispered, moving his lips to her neck. He wanted to hear her moans…to know…he…the Phantom…was pleasing her…something that boy could never wish to do!
She felt the extreme pleasure build and build secretly, uninhibited. Her body met his hand willingly, her hips moving, writhing at his touch.
She felt his tongue over a nipple, his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her center making her quake with ecstasy. Just when she thought the waves of pleasure could not reach higher, he slid down her body eagerly tasting her flesh where his hand stroked.
Christine cried out, feeling his tongue explore her. She felt her whole body wash with an unknown warmth, her limbs nearly frozen in place. The pleasure kept building until her body was wracked with pulses that she never knew existed, a feeling she could never describe.
'Erik…Erik. Erik…." She cried out his name over and over, not noticing he had stripped of his trousers and was now hovering over her.
"I've wanted to make you speak my name like this for a long time, my angel…" He smiled, pleased with himself that he could do that to her…and affect her in such away. Her entire body was red from blushing, trembling.
A few years in Persia could grant you such an extensive education.
"Now my love, I make you mine…forever…" He whispered, giving her heated body a shiver.
"It's going to hurt…" She said, afraid.
"Maybe a little…but I promise you…it won't last…" He kissed her on her lips, placing himself at her center.
She could feel him press against her thigh, his manhood terribly warm and hard. The feeling of his size made her heart beat even faster, clutching on to him as he lowered himself on her.
"Erik?" She whispered, feeling him rise up on his arms to meet her gaze.
"Yes, mon ange…?" He was near panting with anticipation. Please don't tell me to stop…
"I…I love you…" She whispered, her hand coming up to touch his marred skin.
His heart nearly stopped. "You…you do?" He asked, tears stinging at his eyes.
"Yes…I think I always have, Erik…I just never believed it until now…Erik, make me your wife…" She brought her lips up to his in the most innocent of kisses.
"You've made me the happiest of men, Christine…" He said, shivering at her sweet kiss.
"I love you too…"
His lips closed over hers, stealing her breath. He entered her with a swift thrust, finding her unbearably tight. Her eyes winced and then shut at their union. She cried out in pain, Erik caressing her face, breasts….anything to distract her.
"Forgive me…" He whispered, wiping a tear from her face.
She opened her eyes to meet his. He kissed her again, moving in her slowly, praying silently in his mind that her pain subsided. The last thing he wanted to do was harm her further…
"Oh, my Christine…my Christine…" His voice angelic as it once was all those months ago. She clutched on to him tighter as he moved faster inside of her. The pain edging away as pleasure replaced it. Her hands went to his deformed face, guiding his lips back to hers. She was so sweet! He would send his already damned soul for all the pain in the world to be able to kiss her.
She felt his full length inside of her, not only pleasuring her…but giving her the real sense that they were one. She moaned with every increasing thrust, the pleasure now building back up to that unbearable level. Not yet wrapped in his own pleasure, he took notice of Christine's cries, moans, expressions of ecstasy. That lone candle in the corner casting beautiful shadows on her as he took her. He loved her so much…this was no longer lust…but the ability to be apart of one another…to be one rapid beating heart, one glorified soul. Only her soul could bring some light into his!
"Erik…" She whimpered in unison to his groans, her body climbing that steep mountain once again. To hear his name on her beautiful lips, that angelic voice that he first fell in love with, sent him over the edge. He plunged into her, taking his own pleasure into account. She trembled beneath him, her heart like a wild bird in a cage. He cried out one last moan of bliss before slowing his pace, his untamed hands seeking her soft skin, his head burying in her neck.
"God, I love you Christine…" He whispered, almost collapsing on top of her. He lay down at her side, his head resting on her breast. He could hear the slowing beat of her heart as they lay in silence.
A seemingly long time passed, Christine caressing his hair and face as he lay content upon her. The lone candle almost extinguished. He propped himself up, thankful that the candle's light was dimming, not to flood his face with light.
"Are you feeling…alright?" He asked, helping himself to touch the soft, still pink flesh at her cheek.
"Yes…" She gave a faint smile.
"I know…I hurt you…" He said concerned, trying to read her face.
"I'm alright, Erik…it didn't hurt for long…just like you said…" She said innocently, closing her eyes as his fingers curled in her hair.
"My sweet Christine…" He whispered, more for himself to hear. He took her hand, kissing each of her fingers.
"You always used to tell me how pure and innocent I was…when you were my Angel…" She whispered, smiling.
"You still are…to me…" He whispered back, edging closer to her to kiss her lips.
"What we just did is not so pure and innocent!" She giggled, Erik silencing her with his lips again. Slowly withdrawing from her for a moment to look into her eyes.
"You said you loved me…"
"I meant it…" She whispered, "I do love you…"
"Did my pleasing you have anything to do with this new found love in me? Only earlier you said you only cared for me…"
"Erik…I've always loved you…I do realize that now…I just…denied it from myself…"
"Because of him…" He whispered, looking away from her gaze.
"No…not because of Raoul…I first fell in love with your voice as my angel…and then…when I found that you were not an angel…I panicked…I was frightened…The control you had over me…the power you held over my voice…it all frightened me…I was scared to even think of loving you….but I do, Erik…I love you…" She said, tears welling in her blue eyes.
"I wanted so desperately to come to you that night…that Raoul and I were to leave…he begged me not to come…he was afraid for me…I was supposed to come and give you an answer…even if the answer was no…and I didn't…."
"I couldn't let you go, Christine…I had to do something…I have no reason to live without you…"
"You were so angry with me that night when you brought me here…I…for a moment…I thought…"
"I was going to hurt you? Or worse?" He whispered.
"Yes…" Her eyes drifted, feeling Erik's hands wrap around her.
'That is something I could never do…I always want you to be my beautiful, content Christine…you are my wife completely now…my life is devoted to your happiness…"
"I…I just couldn't believe what Raoul had done…it shocked me…and Meg? I had no idea…I've lost a dear friend…" Her breath caught in a sob.
An invisible dagger stabbed Erik right into his heart. He had deceived this child more than once for his own gain…didn't he owe her some happiness? He was sure he could do so…but…if she ever found the truth…it would end him.
"Your life has taken a very changed route…I can understand your silent pain…but you have a new future now…with me…" He laid back at her shoulder, his arm coming to rest across her abdomen holding her waist.
"Yes…maybe even perhaps one day…we may go above…at night of course…maybe for a walk?" She whispered, her hand stroking his face.
"Yes…one day…I will take you above…You are like the rose, Christine…you need sunlight, the fresh air…I only hope that I become the water you need to live…as I need you…"
She kissed his head gently in reply, closing her eyes letting sleep consume her. He laid there a long time, guilt paining at his heart.
As soon as he had closed his eyes, a loud noise woke them both.
"What is that?" She whispered, afraid, watching him leave her embrace to dress.
"The alarm…for intruders…"
